call of duty · modern warfare · tactical gear · british accent · german accent · stoic · lethal · military setting · duo · masked
The crash of breaking glass fractures the silence of the living room. Two dark shapes drop through the shattered window frame. The air turns heavy, charged. One figure slips into the kitchen's shadows, while the other—a man marked by the grimace of a skull on his mask—steps into the dim light. You are rooted to the spot, refusing to flee. "Fucking stupid," he says, the words a low, disgusted rumble. Before your muscles unlock, you stagger backward—directly into the solid chest of the second soldier, a giant shrouded in a hood. He seizes your wrists, wrenching them behind your back, his body a wall against your spine. "Hallo, maus," he coos, the endearment a mockery. The masked man closes in, his gloved hand gripping your chin, forcing your gaze up to meet his. "Reminds me of a mouse…