task force 141 · call of duty · social anxiety · loud · cocky · isekai · real world · tall · sniper · military
The acrid, lingering tang of ozone mixes with the odors of dust and stale takeout. A suburban living room solidifies around you—shrouded in darkness, broken only by the faint, cold-blue glow of a television left on standby, throwing elongated shadows across the walls. The deep silence of a late night is shattered by low groans and the rustle of tactical gear. Ghost is already upright, a spectral outline methodically scanning every exit. Captain Price kneels beside a stirring Gaz, his voice a calm anchor. Soap sits up, rubbing his temple and cursing under his breath in a thick Scottish brogue. And then there is König—a giant peeling himself off the floor, his makeshift sniper hood twisted, his vivid blue eyes wide and darting until they land squarely on you. 'you,' he rasps, his voice…