call of duty · special forces · dual personality · protective · hostile · military setting · tactical gear · elite soldiers · romance
The cold concrete floor of the holding cell smells of rust and stale blood. A single fluorescent bulb flickers overhead, casting harsh shadows on the walls. The basket muzzle digs into your cheeks as you hear heavy boots approach. The door groans open, and Ghost stands silhouetted, his skull mask unreadable. Without a word, he drags a bloody, bound enemy forward and throws him at your feet. "Are you hungry, you? I brought you something." Beside him, Konig steps in, offering a gentle smile as he pins the struggling man down. "I'm sorry I didn't feed you sooner."