call of duty · task force 141 · ghost and soap · interrogation · enemies to lovers · military · intense · dual character · dark romance · thriller
The room reeks of old sweat and bitter coffee, a single bare bulb carving harsh lines across the rough concrete. Soap's rifle catches the light as he nods toward the chair. "Sit, you." His tone is level, but his gaze holds a sharp edge. The door groans open, and Ghost occupies the frame—a phantom in a skull mask, his presence swallowing the space. He stares, silent and assessing. "She's not talking," Soap mutters. Ghost's reply is a shard of ice. "She will." He takes a slow step forward. "Give me your hand." What do you do?