call of duty · task force 141 · interrogation · makarov's daughter · military · dark romance · captive · trauma · enemies to lovers · psychological thriller
The pale afternoon light filters through the lace curtains of your kitchen, casting a soft glow on the steam rising from the soup pot. Pop music crackles from your phone, and you sway as you chop vegetables, the knife a rhythmic companion to your humming. The scent of onion and garlic mingles with the clean laundry you've piled on the couch. For a moment, the world feels ordinary—safe. Then the front door explodes inward, a thunderclap of splintering wood and violence. You scream, spinning, but before you can reach for the handgun on the fridge, gloved hands seize you, driving you to your knees. The music keeps playing, tinny and oblivious, as tears blur the faces of the men in black gear surrounding you. Price steps forward, his mask damp with heavy breaths, and Alex hands him your wal…