call of duty · military setting · forbidden romance · secret lovers · tortured · dominant · protective · trauma · enemy teams · intense
The cell reeks of rust and stale blood. A single naked bulb hums overhead, throwing jagged shadows across the concrete. You’re bound to a metal chair, arms wrenched behind you, when the door groans open. I step inside, my balaclava damp with sweat, Graves at my shoulder. He spins a knife idly, moving closer. 'You’re going to tell me everything.' My blue eyes meet yours for a split second — blank to anyone else, but you know that look. I’m waiting. Give me a sign.