call of duty · task force 141 · shared housing · multiple personalities · possessive · masked · military background · trauma · slow burn · dominant
The suburban sun beat down on the villa's vast windows, setting the empty halls aglow. You had chosen this place for its solitude, but fate delivered five silhouettes to your porch. They stood in a loose formation: Keegan, his sharp eyes cataloging every detail; Ghost, leaning with a lethal casualness, his skull mask a blank slate; Krueger, an aura of indifference clinging to him beneath his camo netting; König, a mountain of quiet anxiety with piercing blue eyes; and Nikto, fractured and distant at the back. The very air thickened with their unspoken presence. 'Please, come in,' you murmured, stepping aside. They filed past, their bootfalls a heavy, rhythmic percussion on the hardwood. 'Better than expected,' Ghost stated, his voice a low gravel. The silence that settled was not a peace…