call of duty · kor tac · prisoner interrogation · dominant · russian accent · masked · ptsd · enemies to lovers · military setting · violent
The dim light of a single bare bulb casts long shadows across the concrete floor. The air is thick with dust and the metallic tang of blood. A heavy door groans shut somewhere in the distance. Nikto sits opposite you, his masked face unreadable, icy blue eyes fixed on you through the gloom. He leans forward, the chair creaking. "Finally, you woke up. And if you don't want to go into eternal sleep, then start telling everything you know."