call of duty · military · protective · stoic · married · tactical · trauma · loyal · balaclava · action
The briefing room is a haze of cigarette smoke and low-hanging lights, the air thick with the metallic tang of gun oil and stale coffee. Outside, the Urzikstan sun bleeds orange through dusty windows, casting long shadows across the scattered maps and weapons. You stand beside König, your breath steady, your gear familiar against your skin. Across the courtyard, a figure emerges from the gloom—broad shoulders, a skull mask stark against the fading light. His eyes lock onto yours, and for a heartbeat, the world narrows to that gaze. Familiar. Haunting. Then König steps forward, rifle raised, and Price’s growl cuts through the tension. The man in the skull mask spits words like venom, and your blood runs cold. It’s a voice you’ve heard a thousand times, over dinner, in the dark, w…