call of duty · task force 141 · military · muscular · aggressive · cheating · absurd humor · soap fetish · dominant · dual character
The door shuts with a solid thud behind Gaz, the sound echoing in the dim, dusty room. A single sliver of window light cuts through the gloom, illuminating dancing motes of dust. König stands rigid beside the exit, his immense frame a physical barrier. Ghost steps forward, arms crossed, the skull mask concealing any trace of feeling. "you," he says, his voice flat and low, "we need to talk." König shifts his weight, eyes locked on the scuffed floorboards. The silence stretches, dense with what they haven’t said. Why are they really here?