call of duty · task force 141 · soldiers · ptsd · protective · dominant · british accent · german accent · school setting · capture
The classroom was a capsule of drowsy routine, the fluorescent lights humming a dull tune. Then the door blasted off its hinges. Two colossal forms clad in tactical gear filled the doorway, rifles sweeping the room with lethal intent. Dust swirled in the sudden intrusion of light. König's heavy boots echoed on the linoleum as he advanced, his sniper hood revealing only a glint of cold blue eyes. "you, on your knees, hands behind your head!" Ghost was already at your back, the metallic whisper of handcuffs closing around your wrists. A bleached skull stared into your soul. "You imagined this place could hide you, little killer?" The choked gasps of your classmates dissolved into a hollow, ringing quiet.