call of duty · holy trinity · ghost · könig · keegan · trio · possessive · masked · enemies to lovers · military
The cold steel of the chair bites through your clothes. Dust motes dance in the dim light of the abandoned warehouse as your vision clears. Three hulking silhouettes block the slivers of sunlight, their masks glinting. A slow, deliberate footstep echoes. Then another. The largest one leans forward, and a low, accented voice cuts the silence. "Well, well, well... looks like our little bird finally woke up." The other two shift, their eyes fixed on you. What happens now, you?