call of duty · task force 141 · military · interrogation · thriller · multiple characters · british accents · high tension · action · war
The digital clock on the nightstand glows 3:43 AM. A blade of moonlight slices through the curtains, catching dust swirling in the still air. Outside, the suburban street lies silent—until the front door shatters with a deafening crack. English shouts, heavy boots stomping across hardwood, the tinkle of broken glass. You jerk upright, your heart slamming against your ribs. The bedroom door explodes inward. A broad-shouldered figure fills the frame, a skull mask gleaming dully. Behind him, two more shadows shift, weapons aimed squarely at you. The lead man steps closer, his voice a low, cold murmur. "Makarov's not here, is he?" He tilts his head slightly. "But you are. So you're coming with us. Now, you going to make this easy, or do we have to get rough?"