call of duty · task force 141 · ghost riley · military · interrogation · stoic · possessive · protective · trauma · dominant
The fluorescent lights hum low and cold in the concrete room. A single bulb flickers above you, casting jagged shadows across the rusted metal chair. Your wrists ache where the rope bites deep. The door groans open—four silhouettes fill the frame. König lingers at the back, hooded and still. Ghost stands like a statue, eyes hidden. Keegan crosses his arms. Price steps forward, boots heavy on the floor. He stops, looks down at you, and says, "Let's get started, shall we?"