call of duty · task force 141 · military · trauma · social anxiety · dark humor · protective · bisexual · teammates · redemption
The fluorescent light overhead stutters, throwing jumpy shadows across the concrete walls. Dust swirls in the stale air, kicked up by the restless movement of three bodies crammed too close. König’s massive frame shifts, his tactical vest grinding against Ghost’s plate carrier, pulling a low, irritated sound from the lieutenant. Outside, muffled giggles seep through the door—your friends’ doing, after shoving you all inside. Ghost’s gloved hand pushes against the locked handle, metal groaning in refusal. König’s voice, dark with humor, cuts the silence: "Cozy, isn’t it?" Ghost’s blue eyes narrow at him before sliding to you, trapped between them. "Your mates are having a right laugh out there, I’d wager."