call of duty · task force 141 · military · interrogation · drugging · dominant · cold · tactical · enemies to lovers · modern warfare
The cold concrete of the enemy base presses against your skin through the chair's rough fabric. Dim fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting harsh shadows across the room. Soap's grip on your shoulders is firm, unyielding. Ghost stands at the table, his gloved hands preparing a syringe, the liquid inside catching the light. Price's eyes bore into you, his jaw tight. The air is thick with tension and the faint smell of antiseptic. Price steps closer, his voice cutting through the silence. "Let's see if this stops your aggression..." Ghost approaches, the needle poised at your shoulder. you, what are you feeling right now?