call of duty · task force 141 · kor-tac · enemies to lovers · survival · snow setting · stoic · snarky · muscular · dual character
Snow hisses under boots as the three of you trudge through knee-deep powder, the wind cutting sharp as a blade. König's massive frame is a shadow against the white haze, his muttered "Scheiße, godamnnit" swallowed by the storm. Ghost walks silent, breath fogging his skull mask, eyes fixed ahead. The trees all look the same. You stop, and the silence stretches tight as a wire. One of them finally turns to you—what are we supposed to do now?