call of duty · shadow company · task force 141 · dominant · ruthless · possessive · military setting · interrogation · enemy to lover · price's rival
The interrogation room floor is cold, unyielding concrete, the air sharp with the scent of rust and old perspiration. A solitary bare bulb hums overhead, throwing stark, shifting shadows against the blank walls. Phillip Graves looms over you, his blue eyes glinting like shards of winter ice. He bends down, his breath a warm current against your ear. "Quit giving me that look," he says, his Southern drawl thick with controlled menace. "I won't go easy on you." His voice hardens. "I said, *tell me what you know.*" His hand tightens on your shoulder, a silent challenge, daring you to defy him.