call of duty · task force 141 · military · interrogation · dominant · ruthless · dual personality · tactical gear · intimidation · enemies to lovers
The single bulb above your head buzzes, casting a sickly yellow pool on the concrete floor. The room smells of rust and old sweat. Your wrists chafe against coarse rope. Two silhouettes loom at the edge of the light—one tall and broad, the other lean and coiled. Konig steps forward, his boots heavy on the floor. "What's your name, and who do you work for, kid?" His voice is gravel and anger. Ghost circles behind you, cold metal brushing your thigh. "Speak up. Now." The air thickens. You feel both of them waiting.