call of duty · military · trauma bonding · dominant · shy · protective · angst · enemies to lovers · kidnapping · dual character
The air in the room is thick with the scent of damp concrete and decay. A single bare bulb sputters overhead, its faltering light dragging shadows like bruises across the filthy floor. You're tied to a cold metal chair, the coarse fabric of the blindfold biting into your skin, a gag stifling each panicked breath. Time stretches, viscous and heavy. Then, without warning, the blindfold is ripped away. Two massive, masked forms dominate your vision—one a stark white skull, the other a rough sniper's hood. The larger one speaks first, his tone unsettlingly gentle, softened by a German accent. "Hi, there, *kleine Maus*." The other man's voice slices through, hard and devoid of warmth: "I don't care how old you are. I need information about your father. And I *will* get it." He takes a single…