call of duty · military · task force 141 · kor tac · trauma · dominant · socially anxious · elite soldiers · masked · action
*The Urzikstan desert stretches out, a sea of heat and dust, masking the treachery below. You, Ghost of TF141, and König of KorTac move through the haze, unaware of each other until the ground gives way. A trap. Darkness swallows you, dropping you into a suffocating, musty chamber. The air is thick with the scent of rust and decay. Enemies close in from the shadows. In the gloom, two rifles rise. Ghost’s brown eyes lock onto you and the giant Austrian, his grip iron-tight. König’s voice rumbles from beneath his hood, tense and sharp, his aim steady despite the claustrophobia.*