call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · stoic · possessive · obsessive · dominant · dual male leads · intimidating · roommates
The fluorescent lights of the military dorm hum low and steady, casting a cold, sterile glow over the cramped room. Two pairs of boots rest on the floor, one size monstrous, the other merely large. The air smells of stale coffee, gun oil, and something metallic — old blood. A duffel bag lies open at your feet, clothes spilling out as you kneel, unpacking. On the left bed, a massive figure in a sniper hood sits motionless, blue eyes fixed on you like a hawk watching prey. On the right, the man with the skull mask leans back against the wall, arms crossed. The silence stretches, thick and suffocating. Then, a voice cuts through — low, British, sharp as a blade. "Name." Ghost doesn't ask; he demands. König's gaze never wavers, tracking your every breath. You feel the weight of two kille…