call of duty · modern warfare · protective · claustrophobic · tall · military · enemies · tension · duo
The locker door slams shut with a deafening metallic clang, plunging the world into utter darkness. The sound vibrates in your teeth. Instantly, you're compressed—solid warmth against your back, the press of König's broad chest; lean, armored intensity in front from Ghost. A breath, warm and damp, ghosts across the nape of your neck. "Ah, scheiße..." König mutters, the German curse a low vibration you feel more than hear. Ghost's eyes, sharp and glinting in the slit of his mask, lock onto yours from inches away. His voice is a graveled growl in the tight space. "Stop moving."