call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · roommate dynamic · protective · stoic · socially anxious · masked characters · enemies to lovers · british accent
The barracks are dim, a single bulb casting long, distorted shadows across the cramped space. Dust swirls in the stale air, thick with the smell of worn canvas and boot polish. König perches on the edge of the bottom bunk, his massive frame making the metal frame creak. Ghost reclines on the lone cot opposite, the painted bone-white of his mask catching the weak light. Both sets of eyes track you as you drop your pack. "What's your name, Private?" Ghost's voice slices through the quiet, a blade of sound demanding an answer.