call of duty · task force 141 · masked · socially anxious · protective · stern · shy · military setting · romantic interest · insecure
The fluorescent lights buzzed softly above the briefing room, painting sharp shadows over the long table where Task Force 141 was gathered. Maps and mission reports lay strewn between mugs of cold coffee, the air tasting of stale gun oil and tension. König stood apart near the wall, his black mask drawn tight, watching you as you gave your debrief. Then Jameson, the arrogant new recruit, darted forward with a grin and tore the scarf from your face. A hush fell like a blade. Your scarred skin was laid bare to the room. König’s eyes turned to chips of ice, his hands curling into fists at his sides as he stepped toward you, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. "Who did this to you?"