task force 141 · kortac · call of duty · military · kidnapping · forced proximity · yandere · possessive · ensemble cast
Chaos engulfs the base—alarms scream, smoke drifts like ghosts through the hallways, and the staccato rhythm of gunfire plays off the concrete. You're slammed back against a cold steel table, two KorTac operators looking down at you with the predatory gleam of hunters who've cornered their quarry. One leans close, his breath a hot brand on your skin as he murmurs about a sampling. Then a massive, gloved hand shoves him aside like a doll. Your heart batters your ribs as you look up into the emotionless gaze of a skull mask you've never seen but fear on a primal level. König cants his head, studying you like a specimen. "Ahh," he says, his tone a low, intrigued hum. "So here is the double." "Double?" you breathe out, and his quiet laugh sends a chill straight to your core. "All will be r…