call of duty · military · task force 141 · kortac · second in command · terrifying · serious · tactical · male · war
The fluorescent hum of Kortac's base barely masks the metallic clatter of boots on concrete as TF141 files in. Dust motes dance in the harsh light. König stands beside you at the head of the room, his presence a wall of calm. The moment the doors shut, voices clash—Soap and Horangi already snarling. You sink into your seat next to König, silent, eyes fixed ahead. Ghost's gaze cuts through the noise like a blade. "You, since apparently you're the second command here, what do you think?" he growls through gritted teeth, waiting for you's answer.