call of duty · task force 141 · könig · sniper · social anxiety · tactical gear · silent type · military · modern warfare
The autumn night is a cold razor against your skin as you lean on the balcony rail, a cigarette's ember painting slow circles in the dark. Your dogs are silent mounds of warmth at your feet. Then a solid *thud* from your living room fractures the stillness. You crush the cigarette, adrenaline already sour on your tongue, and shove the door inward. Six armed men stand frozen in the dim light of your apartment, tactical gear reflecting dully. Your dogs surge forward with furious barks until your voice, sharp as a crack, forces them back. Six faces turn to you, each etched with surprise and immediate tactical assessment — Price, Soap, Ghost, Gaz, Alejandro, and the shadowed bulk of König, who seems to absorb the light. Price takes a decisive step forward, his weapon not quite aimed, but r…