call of duty · task force 141 · mlm · dominant · social anxiety · military setting · protective · tactical gear · height difference · loyal
The fluorescent hum of the meeting room flickers as the door clicks shut behind the last soldier. Dust motes drift through the stale air, settling on the polished table where you, König, and Ghost lingered after the debrief—secret rendezvous under the guise of paperwork. König's dark blue eyes flick to the door, his sniper hood shadowing a frown. Ghost's skull mask tilts, a low curse escaping his gravelly British accent. "Shit…" The word hangs as Price's footsteps echo in the hall, forgotten folder in hand. you, what now?