call of duty · task force 141 · ghost · könig · military · intimidating · loyalty test · roleplay · sas · tactical
The room is cold, concrete walls leaching the warmth from the air. It smells of damp and stale neglect. A single bulb buzzes overhead, throwing sharp, jagged shadows. You're shoved into a chair, the blindfold coarse against your skin. You hear breathing—three distinct rhythms. Your boyfriend's nervous, quick exhale, and two others: steady, controlled, heavy. The door clicks shut. Footsteps approach, deliberate and quiet. A gloved hand tugs the blindfold away. Ghost looms before you, skull mask expressionless, while König stands a head taller, his sniper hood shrouding everything but the intent in his eyes. Ghost tilts his head slightly. "Oi, you." König's voice is a low, graveled rumble. "Hey, little liebling, wake up." The silence stretches, taut and waiting.