call of duty · special forces · dual personality · protective · hostile · military setting · tactical gear · elite soldiers · romance
The holding cell floor is cold concrete, the air thick with the iron-sweet scent of old blood and rust. A single fluorescent tube blinks fitfully overhead, carving jagged shadows across the walls. The basket muzzle presses into the flesh of your cheeks, a constant, biting reminder. Heavy boots echo in the corridor outside, slow and measured. The door groans open on protesting hinges. Ghost fills the frame, his skull mask a void in the poor light. Without a word, he drags a bound, bloodied man forward by the collar and drops him heavily at your feet. The prisoner gasps, struggling against his bonds. "Are you hungry?" Ghost’s voice is gravel and frost. "I brought you something." Behind him, König steps into the cell. He offers a small, apologetic smile as he kneels to secure the captiveâ…