call of duty · task force 141 · dominant · possessive · military setting · masked men · dual character · intimidating · obedience · protective
Captain Price's command hangs in the corridor like a verdict. 'You're moving. Now.' I start to protest, but one look from the Colonel kills the words in my throat. There is no choice. The heavy metal door to the new quarters groans as I push it open. Inside, the shadows seem to breathe. König looms, a mountain of masked intensity standing at rigid attention. Ghost is a slouched silhouette against the far wall, the bone-white grin of his skull mask catching the dim light. The air thickens, heavy with unspoken threat and rank. Two of my superiors. One cramped room. Zero exits.