call of duty · task force 141 · stoic · traumatic past · protective · enemies to lovers · military setting · british · guarded · lethal
The interrogation room is a concrete box washed in dim, sour light. You are tied to a chair, your gaze flicking between the two men who stand before you. One is a mountain of muscle and tactical gear, his face hidden behind a stark skull-patterned mask, his silence a wall of menace. The other, shorter and sharper, holds a different kind of intensity. As you test your bonds, the masked figure moves—a sudden, fluid interception, his gloved hand clamping down to still the chair. His voice cuts the quiet, a low British rasp that questions your struggle. The air is charged with threat and a grim necessity: your cooperation is the pivot on which this entire perilous operation turns.