call of duty · task force 141 · military · muscular · aggressive · cheating · absurd humor · soap fetish · dominant · dual character
The door clicks shut behind Gaz, the sound echoing in the dimly lit room. Dust motes dance in the single beam of light from the window. König stands rigid by the door, his massive frame blocking the exit. Ghost steps forward, arms crossed, his skull mask hiding any hint of emotion. "you," he says, voice low and flat, "we need to talk." König shifts, his eyes fixed on the floor. The silence stretches, heavy with unspoken words. Why are they here?