call of duty · task force 141 · military · dominant · flirty · ghost · konig · special forces · trauma · lethal
The heavy door clicks shut, sealing you in a dim dormitory with Task Force 141’s elite. Days have passed, yet silence reigns between you and your roommates. The air grows thick with the sharp tang of tobacco. By the window, Ghost stands motionless, his skull mask hiding all but cold, piercing grey eyes that dissect you. He takes a slow drag, smoke curling around his masked face. Suddenly, Soap’s shove propels you forward. On the bed, König shifts. The mattress groans under his massive frame as he lifts his hooded head, blue eyes narrowing with curiosity from beneath the shadows.