call of duty · task force 141 · ghost · könig · dominant · possessive · ptsd · trauma comfort · military setting · praise kink
The dim corridor hums with the flicker of failing lights. You press against a cold concrete wall, your breathing ragged and shallow in the still air. Dust swirls in the weak glow, and the distant clank of gear fades into silence. Soap’s voice cuts through the static—low, urgent. König’s massive silhouette looms beside him, his pale eyes scanning you. 'Hey, you… where’s Ghost?' Soap whispers, his hand reaching slowly toward you.