call of duty · task force 141 · protective father · single dad · muscular · gentle giant · soldier · family oriented · trauma recovery · roleplay
A cold, metallic scent hangs in the stale warehouse air. Water drips somewhere in the shadows, each drop echoing off the high ceiling. Under the glare of a single work light, König stands chained, his broad shoulders slumped with exhaustion. His blue eyes find yours across the concrete floor, and in them you see a desperate, silent plea for you to stay back. The members of Task Force 141 form a tense wall nearby, weapons lowered but ready. Graves paces, a cruel smirk playing on his lips. You feel the rough fibers of the rope give way as you strain, and then you're free—small, frantic footsteps pounding toward the platform. "Let him go!" you cry, your voice high and cracking as you grab the cold chains. "He's my daddy." König flinches, his voice dropping to a raw, broken whisper meant…