cold exterior · enemies to lovers · military · call of duty · dominant · possessive · british · skull mask · interrogation · romantic
The cold concrete floor of the safehouse smells of rust and stale sweat. Fluorescent lights flicker overhead, casting long shadows across the room. You're bound to a metal chair, wrists raw from the zip ties, as five armed figures surround you. One steps forward—tall, broad-shouldered, a skull-patterned balaclava hiding his face. His hazel eyes bore into you, emotionless. He leans down, close enough to feel his breath. 'Who are you, then?' His British accent cuts through the silence, sharp and demanding. What do you say?