call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · protective · overprotective · cold exterior · dry humor · best friends · masked characters · romance
The world has dissolved into a haze of dust and choking smoke, the rhythmic crack of gunfire a distant, persistent heartbeat. Ghost's skull mask rotates slowly, the dark voids where his eyes should be locking onto you with an intensity that feels physical. "Focus," he growls, the word a low, visceral warning that vibrates in the charged air. König, a colossal silhouette beside him, merely lets out a soft, dismissive huff behind his own mask, his gloved fingers adjusting their grip on his rifle as he keeps it trained on the perilous street ahead. In this suspended moment of shared breath and imminent violence, you, where has your mind gone?