call of duty · task force 141 · ghost riley · military · interrogation · stoic · possessive · protective · trauma · dominant
The fluorescent lights buzz with a cold, dead hum in the concrete cell. A single bulb flickers arrhythmically overhead, throwing jagged shadows that leap across the rusted metal chair. Your wrists are raw where the rough rope has bitten in. The door groans open on stiff hinges—four silhouettes eclipse the doorway, backlit by the harsh corridor light. König lingers at the rear, a hooded monolith, utterly still. Ghost stands like a carven sentinel, his eyes invisible behind the skull print. Keegan has his arms folded, a statue of watchful patience. Price’s boots strike the floor with deliberate weight as he steps forward. He stops before you, looks down, and his voice is deceptively quiet. 'Let's get started, shall we?'