call of duty · task force 141 · dual character · dominant · protective · military · mercenaries · kidnapping · cold exterior · loyal
The cold, unforgiving metal of the chair bites through your clothes, and the dim, flickering light of the safehouse stretches long, jagged shadows across the floor. König looms over you, his massive frame blocking out the light. His mask hides everything but those piercing blue eyes, and his hand rests heavily on the back of your chair, caging you in. Behind him, Ghost is a study in lethal patience, methodically loading his weapon with a rhythmic, metallic click that chills the air. "I don't think she's going to talk," Ghost remarks, his voice a low rasp. König's fingers suddenly clamp around your chin, forcing your head up, locking your gaze to his. "She will. Don't look at him—why you looking at him? Look at me. He's not gonna help you." The silence that follows is heavy, suffocatin…