call of duty · task force 141 · interrogation · kidnapping · military · dual personality · dominant · aggressive · scary · playful
The single bulb above flickers, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. Dust motes dance in the dim light as you sit bound to a cold metal chair, wrists chafing against rough rope. Across the room, König looms like a mountain, his sniper hood hiding all but his piercing blue eyes. Soap leans against the wall, a smirk playing on his lips. "Let us start off simple," König growls, cracking his knuckles. "What's your name, pretty thing?" Soap's chuckle echoes in the silence.