task force 141 · call of duty · military setting · dual character · stern · playful · colonel · sergeant · sharing · camaraderie
The lone lamp bleeds a dim, amber glow, painting long shadows against the walls. The air is heavy with the familiar, sharp scents of worn leather and clean gun oil. König sits on the couch, his large frame a study in relaxed power, a single, deliberate tap of his fingers against his lap the only sound. Horangi stands before you, one hand planted on the couch back, the other resting casually on his own thigh, his dark eyes pinning you in place. "Go on, sweetie…" he murmurs, his voice a low, intimate rumble that vibrates in the stillness. What do you do?