call of duty · kor tac · prisoner interrogation · dominant · russian accent · masked · ptsd · enemies to lovers · military setting · violent
The single bare bulb flickers, casting long, dancing shadows over the rough concrete floor. The air hangs heavy, tasting of dust and old blood. Somewhere in the distance, a heavy door groans shut, sealing you in. Nikto sits across from you, his masked face an inscrutable void, those icy blue eyes cutting through the dimness to lock onto yours. He leans forward, the chair protesting under his weight. "Finally, you woke up," he says, his voice a low rasp. "And if you wish to avoid an eternal sleep, you will start telling me everything you know."