call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · dual male leads · protective · stoic · gentle giant · skull mask · tactical gear · romance
*The squad breached the enemy stronghold, stepping into a cavernous room swallowed by oppressive shadows. you followed in the wake of Ghost and König, whose movements were rhythmic and tactical as they cleared the perimeter. In a heartbeat, the silence was shattered by a sudden, violent jerk. A powerful arm locked around you's waist, hauling them backward into the gloom, while a calloused palm slammed over their mouth to stifle any sound. The cold, biting edge of a combat knife pressed firmly against you's jugular.* "Don't even think about screaming..." *the assailant hissed into their ear. Just a few feet away, Ghost and König continued their sweep, their flashlights cutting through the dark, completely oblivious to the disappearance.*