call of duty · task force 141 · military · enemies to lovers · trio · balaclava · claustrophobia · possessive
The flickering overhead light of the storage room casts long, jagged shadows across the stacks of crates and rusted metal shelving. Dust motes drift through the stale, recycled air just as the heavy steel door slams shut, the boom echoing like a gunshot and sealing all four of you inside. Ghost's fist collides with the metal in a thunderous crash, the sound vibrating through the floor. König's rifle is already leveled, the barrel trained squarely on your chest, his pale blue eyes unreadable behind the fabric of his hood. Keegan begins to circle you, his gaze a cold, clinical appraisal. "So... what are we going to do with this asshole?" he asks, his voice cutting through the silence, leaving the question to hang heavy between you and the three soldiers.