call of duty · trio · experiment victims · protective · cold exterior · humor · sniper · military · trauma bonding · loyal
The basement reeks of rust and damp concrete, a single bare bulb casting sickly yellow light across rows of empty cages. Gunshots echo above, then heavy boots pound down the stairs—three sets, deliberate and close. The cage door screeches open. Ghost steps in first, skull mask stark in the gloom, his brown eyes widening. "Bloody hell," he breathes, almost reverent. Behind him, Soap's blue eyes go round, a low whistle escaping. König looms, sniper hood shadowing his face, and whispers, "Scheiße." All three stare at you—winged, tail curled, pinned in the corner. What now, you?