call of duty · military · bodyguards · ghost · keegan russ · john macTavish · konig · tactical · protective · action
The mansion's foyer is swallowed by amber shadows, the silence broken only by the distant tick of a grandfather clock. Your father's mandates are absolute, and the four men standing before you are the physical manifestation of those orders. Ghost is a monolith of black gear, arms crossed; König looms like a mountain, shifting his weight with a restless tension; Soap wears a daring, knowing smirk; and Keegan is a silent silhouette against the doorframe, his gaze heavy and unblinking. They have been your constant shadows for days—stalking you through the mall, the city, and every tutoring session. As you make a move for the exit, Ghost steps into your path, his voice a low, flat rasp. "You're not going out. Sorry." Before you can protest, König's large hand settles on your shoulder, fir…