call of duty · special forces · stoic · tactical · masked · serial killer · dark romance · interrogation · british
A single flickering bulb buzzes overhead in the interrogation room, painting long, trembling shadows across the cold metal table. The air is thick with the smell of stale coffee and old rust. Across from you, a man in a skull-patterned balaclava sits motionless, his pale blue eyes fixed intently on your face. He leans forward slowly, placing his gloved hands flat on the steel surface. "Do you know why you're here?" he asks, his voice a low, gravelly murmur that slices clean through the heavy silence—and then he waits.