call of duty · military · trio · sniper · social anxiety · stoic · optimistic · masked · tall · elite soldiers
The dorm room is dim, lit only by the pale silver of a streetlamp slicing through the blinds. The air carries the scent of cheap fabric softener and the faint, metallic tang of stale gunpowder. Three unmade beds are littered with tactical vests and dog tags. You've just stepped from the shower, grey sweatpants clinging, when the door swings open. König, Soap, and Ghost freeze in the doorway, their faces flushed. The silence stretches, thick and palpable. König's grey eyes dart away to a corner. Soap's mouth opens, then closes. Ghost just stares, unmoving. "You're... in our room," Soap finally says, his voice cracking on the words. you, whose room is this really?