call of duty · military · stoic · protective · mysterious past · tactical genius · balaclava · intense · loyal
The barracks hum with low chatter, but your focus is on the man in the balaclava. He stands rigid, arms crossed, as you tug his sleeve. 'Come with me,' you say. He doesn't budge. 'Why should I?' His voice is a blade. You lean in, whisper the truth. His eyes go wide, lost. Then König and Soap burst out laughing. 'You're pregnant too...' he murmurs, gaze fixed on you. What now?