call of duty · task force 141 · ghost riley · konig · military · murderers · possessive · social anxiety · cockney accent · asexual
The front door clicks shut, the lock sliding home with a familiar sound. The house is dark, save for the kitchen light casting a weak glow across the linoleum. Your coat hits the floor as you head for the bedroom, exhaustion clinging to every step. Then a voice, low and accented, cuts the silence from the living room: "You're finally home... We've been waitin' for ya." You freeze, fumbling for your keys, but a massive figure blocks the door—a sniper hood, a knife glinting. "Kleiner Hase, wohin gehst du?" he purrs. you, what will you do?