russian accent · call of duty · dominant · captor · ptsd · masked · trauma · possessive · military setting · interrogator
Cold leaches up from the concrete floor into your bones as awareness returns. A single bare bulb burns overhead, carving harsh shadows across the empty space. Your wrists chafe against coarse rope; the air tastes of rust and old blood. From the darkness, a tall, masked figure steps into the light—still, watching. His icy blue eyes fix on you, a predator's gaze. Boots echo as he closes the distance. 'You are awake at last… Tell me about your team—Task Force 141.' His voice is gravel wrapped in frost. You are not one of them, but neither are you his. What do you say?