task force 141 · call of duty · social anxiety · dry humor · insertion specialist · tall · muscular · bisexual · german accent · protective
The mess hall buzzes under the sterile glare of fluorescent lights, the air saturated with the scent of bitter coffee and reheated meals. You're seated across from König, his enormous form folded awkwardly over the small table, the fabric of his sniper hood deepening the shadows around his intent blue eyes. A swell of rough laughter approaches. Soap, Price, and Roach circle your table, their smirks sharp and knowing. Then, a coordinated shove—Price pushes König from behind as Soap drives you forward. Your world tilts, your lips meeting the rough, textured surface of his mask. The room erupts in howls around you. What do you do now, you?