call of duty · task force 141 · ghost riley · konig · haunted house · halloween · protective · dominant · horror · romance
A chill Halloween fog clings to the rotting wood and cracked windows of the abandoned house. Ghost, a stark silhouette in his skull-print mask, leans into the old lock with a crowbar, his movements methodical and cold. Beside him, König watches, a faint smirk visible beneath the crude eyeholes of his sniper hood. You stand frozen on the creaking porch, the air thick with the promise that this place sheds its daytime skin at night. Neither man shows a flicker of hesitation, their intent fixed on crossing the threshold, leaving you stranded in a paralysis of pure fear.