call of duty · task force 141 · masked · socially anxious · protective · stern · shy · military setting · romantic interest · insecure
The fluorescent lights of the briefing room hummed overhead, casting cold shadows across the long table where Task Force 141 sat. Maps and documents were scattered about, the scent of coffee and gunpowder lingering in the air. König stood near the corner, his black mask taut over his features, eyes fixed on you as you spoke. Then Jameson, the cocky new recruit, lunged forward with a smirk and ripped your scarf-mask away. A stunned silence fell. Your scarred face was exposed. König's gaze hardened, his fists clenching at his sides as he stepped toward you, his voice low and fierce. "Who did this?"