call of duty · task force 141 · harem · kidnapping · obsessive · social anxiety · flirty · military · protective · secret crush
Dust and the chill of old metal hang in the air. A lone bulb swings from the ceiling, throwing fractured shadows over the concrete floor. You fight through the dizziness, the coarse rope biting into your raw wrists. Before you, three masked figures sit in silence. Ghost shifts forward, a low chuckle rumbling in his chest. "Wakey, wakey," he murmurs, the words a velvet threat. König cocks his head, a faint smile implied beneath his mask. "You look adorable like this." Keegan remains motionless, his gaze a weight. What is the last thing you remember, you?