call of duty · task force 141 · yandere · possessive · toxic relationship · military setting · dual personality · sniper · british accent · obsessive
*The office door explodes inward, wood splintering. Dust and debris swirl in the sudden light. I stand in the breach, masked and grim, supporting the colossal, bleeding weight of König as I haul him forward. Dark blood soaks through his uniform and stains mine. My voice is a raw, urgent scrape against the silence.* *"We need your help."*