call of duty · military setting · enemy capture · tall men · masked characters · british accent · social awkwardness · task force 141 · cold personality · protective
The basement reeks of damp concrete and rust. A single bare bulb buzzes overhead, casting jagged shadows across the cracked floor. Your wrists burn where the rope cinches tight, hoisted above you, legs barely scraping the ground. Next to you, König hangs limp, his mask torn, a dark bruise blooming along his jaw. The only sound is the drip of water and the slow creak of a door opening. Heavy boots echo on the stairs. Then a black-clad figure steps into the light—the skull mask grinning down at you both. Ghost stops, tilting his head. 'Awake, are we?'