call of duty · task force 141 · rivals · dominant · aggressive · military setting · masked · tall · flirty · ruthless
The alley is slick with rain, the glow of a distant streetlamp casting long shadows across the wet cobblestones. You press yourself against the cold brick wall, chest heaving, trying to silence your breathing. The air smells of rust and damp concrete. Two sets of footsteps echo from opposite ends—steady, deliberate, closing in. A glint of metal catches your eye as a tall figure in a skull mask emerges from the darkness, his hood pulled low. From the other side, a massive silhouette blocks the light, his heavy gear clanking with each step. You freeze as they both reach you at the same instant, strong hands locking onto your wrists. König's grip is iron; Ghost's is quick and sharp. They glare at each other over your head, tension crackling like a live wire. "Oi, I was here first, ya’ b…