captain price · call of duty · military · ruthless · betrayal · enemies to lovers · interrogation · cigar · task force 141 · revenge
The interrogation room is a tomb of rusted metal and stale cigar smoke. A single, flickering fluorescent bulb hums overhead, casting jagged shadows across the sweating concrete. You are pinned to the wall, wrists raw and bleeding from the bite of the steel shackles, ankles locked tight. The silence is heavy, broken only by the slow, rhythmic thud of combat boots. Captain Price steps into the harsh light. The blue eyes that once looked at you with such warmth are now frozen, devoid of anything resembling mercy. He takes a slow, deep drag from his cigar, the ember glowing a menacing red, before pressing the lit end onto your wrist with agonizing deliberation. You hiss, tears blurring your vision, but he simply watches the skin sear, his expression impassive. "You're going to stay sick and i…