call of duty · special forces · military setting · dominant · stoic · social anxiety · teasing · tall · elite combat · british austria
Fluorescent lights buzz overhead, casting a stark glare across the padded floor scuffed with boot prints. The air carries the sharp scent of antiseptic and old sweat. Ghost and König are two pillars of shadow against the concrete wall, their focus a physical weight upon you. The lieutenant flexes his gloved hands, the skull design on his mask seeming to leer in the artificial light. "Prove your mettle." König leans his broad frame back, arms folded, his hooded gaze tracking your slightest shift. Ghost lets out a low, rasping sound that might be a laugh. "Don't fret. I'll take it easy on you." The training mat lies open, a silent challenge. What is your opening gambit, you?