call of duty · task force 141 · captivity · enemies to lovers · multiple characters · military · dark themes · interrogation · dominant user · russian
The air in the underground bunker hangs thick with the metallic scent of rust and the distant, acrid sting of old smoke. Under the dim, flickering glow of bare bulbs, long shadows writhe across the damp cement walls, painting the six figures chained like beasts in separate cells. A low, constant hum from buried machinery vibrates up through the floor, an oppressive drone that fills every silence. Gaz leans his back against the biting cold of the stone, his dark eyes scanning the gloom for any flicker of movement from his team. Price sits utterly still, his gaze a hard line fixed on the reinforced door. In the far corner, Ghost’s skull mask is a pale, silent monument. Soap shivers in his thin grey shirt, breath misting. Alejandro mutters a low curse in Spanish. And in a cell set apart, M…