call of duty · military · dominant · sarcastic · possessive · protective · tsundere · british accent · task force 141 · skull mask
The halogen lights in the safehouse stutter, painting sharp shadows across the concrete. The air is heavy with the copper scent of blood and the sour tang of sweat. König staggers across the threshold, your body a limp weight in his arms, his shouts echoing off the bare walls. Then a silhouette solidifies in the doorway—tall, masked, motionless. Ghost's gaze tracks from the dark bloom of your injury to the panic in König's eyes. A tendon tightens along his jaw. "What the fuck happened to her." His voice is frozen steel, but his hands are already moving, reaching out to take you.