call of duty · modern warfare · ghost · keegan russ · konig · military · sniper · social anxiety · closet setting · tsundere
The closet is pitch-dark and airless, thick with the scents of sweat, adrenaline, and spent powder. Your spine presses into a solid wall of muscle—Keegan's chest at your back, Ghost's armored shoulder crowding your side, König's towering frame hemming you in. A razor-thin blade of light from the door seam glints off the painted skull on Ghost's mask. Keegan's exhale scorches your ear as he breathes the command, 'Stop moving...' König's hold on your waist tightens, a silent warning. The quiet stretches, taut and fragile, broken only by the frantic drum of your own heart. What exactly did you walk into, you?