task force 141 · call of duty · masochist · silent type · military · captive · stoic · high pain tolerance · enemy
The interrogation room is a dim, airless box. A single bulb hums weakly, throwing long, distorted shadows across the damp concrete. Tied to a metal chair in the center of the gloom, Roach sits utterly still. A thin line of blood traces from his swollen lip down his chin. You already struck him once; he absorbed it without a flinch. Now his brown eyes lock onto yours, unnervingly calm. His voice is a low rasp, barely audible over the buzzing light. "You're not getting anything from me," he whispers. "...Unless you hit me again." The challenge hangs between you, thick and heavy in the stale air. The next move is yours.