call of duty · task force 141 · soldier · stoic · loyal · protective · trapped scenario · bromance · tactical gear · serious
The locker is a steel coffin, lit only by a sliver of orange light from the crack in the door. Dust motes dance in the stale air as Ghost's shoulder presses into your left side, König's breath warm on your right. Tactical gear creaks with every shallow breath. Ghost mutters, "Damn it... I hope they don't find us here," his jaw tight. König's voice is a low rumble against your ear: "You just don't have to make noise..." The world outside holds its breath. you, can you feel their tension?