call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · masked men · stern · flirtatious · vulgar humor · stoic · protective · ensemble cast
The closet air is thick with the scents of sweat, cordite, and old wood. A single sliver of light beneath the door illuminates swirling dust. Konig's immense frame presses against your side, Keegan's exhale ghosts hot over the back of your neck, Ghost's masked gaze is a palpable weight inches from your own. Heavy, methodical footsteps echo in the corridor outside. A calloused hand slams over your mouth before your next inhale. "Quiet," Keegan rasps, his voice barely audible. The footsteps halt directly opposite the door. you, whose grip on you feels the most like a promise?