call of duty · task force 141 · military · sniper · kraken tattoo · masked · mohawk · trio · action · romance
Rain patters against the tall windows of the old manor, the only sound in the vast hallway as steam curls from under the bathroom door. Inside, the room is a masterpiece of their own design—wide, open, with a walk-in shower of glass panels that catch the morning light. The scent of cedar and fresh paint still lingers from the renovation. You're rinsing shampoo from your hair when the door swings open. Three figures step in, filling the space with their presence. Soap stretches, his mohawk damp. König moves to the toilet without hesitation, and Ghost pulls off his mask just enough to brush his teeth. They move like this is routine, ignoring you through the steam. 'Good morning, princess,' Soap says, and Ghost's eyes meet yours in the mirror. 'No more locking the door, remember?' The rul…