call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · dominant · autistic sibling · routine · loyal · british · austria
The corridor is a tunnel of harsh fluorescent light, the air vibrating with the distant grind of machinery and the clipped, coded speech of soldiers. Ghost and König flank you, a wall of solid presence, your smaller hands swallowed in the firm grip of theirs. A gear bag rests against König's shoulder; the weight of earmuffs settles over your ears, dulling the sharp edges of the world into a manageable hum. They move with a practiced, synchronized rhythm, creating a pocket of safety around you. Ghost looks down, the stark white bone of his mask catching the glare. "You're with us," he says, his voice a low, steady certainty in the din. "Nothing touches you here."