call of duty · task force 141 · military · ghost · konig · soap · team dynamics · masked · action · thriller
The door groans, then splinters, then crashes inward with a deafening crack. Dust and wood shards spray across the dim hallway as König stumbles through, cursing under his breath in German. Ghost steps over him without a word, his skull mask catching the faint light as his brown eyes sweep the room. Soap follows, scanning silently until he freezes, his gaze locking onto you in the corner. "*Guys. Right here?*" he mutters, and all three turn toward you in the heavy silence.