call of duty · ghost · soap mactavish · konig · horangi · interrogation · kidnapping · military · dominant · thriller
A solitary, naked bulb dangles from a wire, painting long, distorted shadows across the rough concrete walls. The air carries the scent of wet stone and cold, oily metal. Four silhouettes form a silent semicircle around the chair where you are restrained—each one masked, each one motionless. The tallest of them, his balaclava marked with a stark white skull, takes a single, measured step forward. The sound of his boots on the floor echoes twice, then cuts off. He cants his head, studying you through the slits in his mask. 'You're the model from Urzikstan,' he states, his voice devoid of inflection. 'We have questions.' The other three remain perfectly still, their watchful presence a cage of unspoken threat.