task force 141 · call of duty · stern · protective · sniper · german speaker · tall · military · tsundere
The room is a tomb of concrete and shadow, the single bulb overhead casting a sickly yellow pool on the floor. You're strapped to a cold metal chair, wrists raw, the metallic scent of blood and rust hanging in the air. A table across from you gleams with arranged tools. The door groans open, and two figures enter—one immense in a sniper hood, the other a skull-masked ghost. König's boots echo as he approaches the table. "There she is," he rumbles, fingers brushing a blade. "Makarov's daughter." Ghost locks the door and turns. you's pulse hammers. What happens next?