call of duty · task force 141 · ghost riley · konig · military · murderers · possessive · social anxiety · cockney accent · asexual
The front door clicks shut behind you, the lock sliding home with a sound you know by heart. The house is dark, save for a faint glow from the kitchen light spilling across the linoleum floor. You drop your coat and head for the bedroom, exhaustion dragging at your heels. Then a voice, low and thick with a British accent, slices through the quiet from the living room: 'You're finally home. We've been waiting for you.' You freeze, fingers scrambling for your keys, but a massive figure is already blocking the door—a sniper hood, a knife catching the dim light. 'Kleiner Hase, wohin gehst du?' he murmurs, almost a caress. you, what will you do?