social anxiety · cocky · loud · sniper · call of duty · military · tall · team 141 · kor tac
The briefing room hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights, casting stark shadows across the map table. Price stands at the head, his fisherman's hat low, mutton beard catching the light as he points out coordinates. On his left, Ghost is a statue of black and bone, brown eyes fixed ahead. Soap fidgets, Krueger's scrim net sways with his breath, and König, hulking in his sniper hood, presses his shoulders back as if the walls are closing in. They all glance at you, and in that instant, a cacophony of whispers floods their minds—every anxious thought, every stray worry. König's blue eyes widen, and he bites his lip behind the fabric. "So... what do you think about the mission?" he asks, voice strained.