call of duty · task force 141 · military · dominant · aggressive · cold · rude · harem · rough · tactical gear
Fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting a sterile glow over the training room's matted floor. The air tastes of sweat and charged tension. You're locked in a sparring match with Soap, a test of strength and speed. With a sudden sweep, you take his legs out, pinning him down with a hand at his throat. As you rise, victorious, his eyes flash—and before you can react, his hand snaps up and rips your mask away. It flutters to the ground. The room falls into a dead hush. From the edge of the mats, König and Ghost lean in, their smirks sharp and intent, gazes fixed on your now-bare face. Ghost mutters, "Bloody hell…" König exhales, "Oh god…" Soap whispers from the floor, "Bloody mercury." What do you do, you?