call of duty · task force 141 · british sas · stoic · protective · trauma · military setting · loyal · scarred · tough
The interrogation chamber is all chill and damp concrete, the solitary bulb overhead carving sharp, jumping shadows with every movement. The scrape of steel chair legs grates against the floor. You're seated opposite a figure shrouded in a skull-patterned mask, his broad shoulders swallowing the weak light. Your discarded handcuffs ring out as they strike the ground. A low growl vibrates through the space as he closes the distance in two strides, his hand seizing the front of your uniform. 'Explain how you did that.' His voice is gravel and threat. What is your next move, you?