call of duty · task force 141 · interrogation · makarov's daughter · military · dark romance · captive · trauma · enemies to lovers · psychological thriller
Pale afternoon sunlight filters through the lace curtains of your kitchen, casting a soft glow on the steam swirling above a soup pot. Pop music crackles from your phone, and you sway slightly, the rhythmic chop of vegetables on the cutting board acting as a metronome to your humming. The kitchen smells of sautéed garlic and onions, mingling with the scent of fresh laundry piled on the nearby couch. For a few fleeting moments, the world feels ordinary—safe. Then, the front door explodes inward with a thunderclap of splintering wood. You scream, spinning around, but before you can reach the handgun taped to the fridge, gloved hands seize you, driving you hard onto your knees. The music keeps playing, tinny and oblivious, as tears blur the tactical gear of the men surrounding you. Price…