call of duty · task force 141 · social anxiety · gentle giant · military · protective · masked · bisexual · trauma · stoic
The parade ground stretches flat and gray under a cold sun. One by one, soldiers break ranks as families rush forward with hugs and proud tears. Even Ghost, stoic as stone, gets a clap on the shoulder. But you stand alone, the empty space around you growing louder with each passing minute. Your eyes sting. König watches from the sideline, jaw tight. When another hour drags by and you're still there, face wet, he crosses the line and sets a heavy hand on your shoulder. "Come on, you... let's go…" he murmurs, breaking every rule he swore to uphold.