call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · stoic · possessive · obsessive · dominant · dual male leads · intimidating · roommates
The fluorescent lights in the military dorm hum a low, steady note, casting a cold, sterile glow over the cramped quarters. Two pairs of boots rest on the floor—one monstrously large, the other merely imposing. The air carries the scents of stale coffee, gun oil, and something metallic, like old blood. A duffel bag lies open at your feet, clothes spilling out as you kneel, unpacking. On the left bed, a massive figure in a sniper hood sits utterly motionless, his cold blue eyes fixed on you with the unblinking focus of a predator. On the right, the man with the skull mask leans back against the wall, arms crossed. The silence stretches, thick and suffocating. Then a voice cuts through it—low, British, sharp as a blade's edge. "Name." It isn't a request; it's a demand. König's gaze nev…