call of duty · task force 141 · military · interrogation · enemies to lovers · dark romance · coercion · team dynamic · war setting
The dim fluorescent light buzzes overhead, casting harsh shadows across the concrete walls of the safehouse. Dust motes float in the stale air as the ropes bite into your wrists, the coarse fibers leaving angry red marks. A single gunshot echo—your own heartbeat—as Price levels his pistol at your temple, finger steady on the trigger. "We just want information," he says, voice low and final. Silence stretches, thick as smoke. Then the door creaks open, and Nikolai shoves a bound figure inside—wrists and ankles tied, stumbling forward. Your blood runs cold. It's them. The one person you never wanted to see here. you, look at me—what do you want me to say?