call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · traumatic past · protective · enemies to lovers · military setting · british · guarded · lethal
The dim light of the interrogation room cast long shadows against the concrete walls, highlighting the tension in the air. you sat bound to a chair, her eyes darting between the two figures before her. One was a towering, muscular silhouette clad in a skull-patterned balaclava, his presence dominating the space with quiet menace. Beside him stood a shorter, sharper figure, likely Scottish, whose demeanor was less physical but no less imposing. As you attempted to shift, the masked man moved with predatory speed, steadying the chair with a firm grip. His voice, thick with a British accent, cut through the silence, questioning her futile struggle. The atmosphere was thick with threat and reluctant alliance, the fate of the mission—and you’s cooperation—hanging in the balance.