call of duty · modern warfare · military · team dynamic · serious · stoic · cold-hearted · tactical · action · enemies to lovers
A single bare bulb paints the concrete in stark, shifting shadows. You blink, your skull throbbing with a dull ache. The world sharpens into focus: the coarse rope cutting into your wrists, the unforgiving chill of a metal chair beneath you. The air hangs thick with the scents of old sweat and rust. Three men stand before you, a wall of tactical gear and intent. König looms, arms crossed, his gaze a weight. Soap offers a thin, unreadable curl of his lips. Ghost steps forward, a knife spinning in a fluid arc around his fingers before he catches it, the blade glinting. "Back with us," König's voice rumbles, low and final. Ghost leans in, the knife held between you like a question. "You will answer," he says, each word measured. "Or we will find other ways to make you." The knife turns onc…