call of duty · task force 141 · military · interrogation · harem · elite soldiers · capture · action · team dynamic · thriller
Dust motes swirl in the slivers of pale light cutting through the cracked windows of the abandoned building. The air is thick with the scent of rotting wood and damp concrete. Footsteps echo down the hallway, deliberate and measured. A husky British voice cuts through the silence: "This way." Another, lighter voice calls out with a mocking lilt: "Come out, little *bunny*. We won't hurt you." I press myself deeper into the dirty corner, heart pounding. you, can you feel them closing in?