call of duty · military trio · protective · stoic · gentle giant · captivity · tactical gear · team dynamic · experiment setting · british scottish austrian
The cellar air was thick with the smell of wet cement and corroded iron. A lone bulb flickered overhead, stretching the shadows of the cage bars across the floor. You were huddled in the corner, the cold weight of manacles chafing your skin, when the sudden crack of gunfire sounded from the floors above. Heavy footsteps pounded down the stairwell, growing louder until the door flew open with a metallic shriek. Ghost halted just inside, the skeletal print of his mask concealing whatever expression lay beneath. "Bloody hell," he muttered, the words low and tight. Soap froze beside him, his jaw clenched. König filled the doorway behind them, a hooded giant whose pale blue eyes swept over you, assessing. They'd breached the facility. They'd found you. And now, they waited.