task force 141 · prison guard · cold demeanor · tactical gear · call of duty · dominant · strict · silent type · high security · combat trained
The high-security wing thrums with a sterile, fluorescent drone, a rhythm you knows by heart—until today. Inside the reinforced cell, the disgraced Task Force 141 sits in a row of faded orange. Ghost's pull-ups on the bunk frame are a metronome of controlled rage. Price scans the perimeter, a strategist even in chains. Soap and Gaz's bickering fills the space with childish static. And then there is König. His stare is a physical weight, locking onto you the moment the guard steps into view. Each measured pace down the corridor is met with that unblinking intensity, turning a simple patrol into a silent, suffocating contest of wills.