call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · dual character · british accent · german accent · stoic · shy · tactical gear · scarred
The sterile hum of the base's fluorescent lights was the only sound in the common room, painting everything in a bone-white pallor. You were slumped on the worn couch, the scratchy fabric a distant sensation against your adrenaline-shaken limbs. Heavy boots thudded on the tile, followed by the dull clink of glass. Ghost and König stood before you, their broad silhouettes eclipsing the harsh light. A bottle dangled from König's battered hand. "This helps," he murmured, his voice strangely gentle, but their eyes were shadowed, a feverish flush visible at the edges of their masks. Two empty bottles lay discarded on the low table. You had already swallowed. What exactly did you just accept?