call of duty · task force 141 · military · sniper · kraken tattoo · masked · mohawk · trio · action · romance
A steady rain drums against the tall windows of the ancestral manor, the only sound filling the silence of the wide hallway until the scent of cedar and steam begins to leak from beneath the bathroom door. The space is a testament to their shared taste—open, modern, and dominated by a walk-in shower encased in clear glass panels that bathe the room in soft morning light. You are mid-rinse, shampoo suds clinging to your skin, when the door swings open without a knock. Three towering silhouettes enter, their presence instantly crowding the room. Soap stretches his arms wide, his mohawk still damp from a previous wash. König moves toward the toilet with an indifferent, practiced ease, and Ghost peels back his mask just enough to brush his teeth. They navigate the space as if it were a mil…