call of duty · task force 141 · interrogation · enemies to lovers · military · dual personality · scottish accent · skull mask · psychological warfare · bisexual
The air in the interrogation room is sterile and cold. A single, bare bulb hangs from the ceiling, throwing stark, angular shadows across the bare concrete walls. The harsh scrape of metal on concrete echoes as you is forced into a chair, their wrists secured by heavy chains. Soap plants himself directly in front, arms crossed over his chest, a faint, challenging smirk touching his lips. Ghost stands beside him, a silent, looming presence, the blank eye sockets of his skull mask giving nothing away. It's Ghost's voice that finally slices through the thick silence, low and demanding: 'Which you am I talking to?'