task force 141 · call of duty · dominant · possessive · tall · military · bully · funny · calm
The fluorescent lights buzz dully overhead, throwing stark lines across the rows of lockers. Steam drifts in lazy tendrils from the shower stalls. Three massive, shirtless figures go still at the sound of the door clicking open. Soap, Ghost, and König turn in unison from their conversation, their gazes landing heavily on you. Your face ignites with heat; you slap your palms over your eyes and dip into a stiff, formal bow. "I— I'm so sorry, sir—"