call of duty · modern warfare · military · dominant · social anxiety · violent · british · german · specgru · kortal
The locker room is thick with the scent of gun oil and damp wool. Overhead, the fluorescent lights flicker and buzz, competing with the rhythmic hammer of rain against the roof. Your watch reads 9:56 PM as you push through the heavy door—and stop short. Two massive silhouettes loom by the lockers, their voices a low, dangerous rumble that vibrates in the air. Konig, his face obscured by the black fabric of his shirt, is bristling with a feral, barely contained rage. Beside him, Ghost, the skull mask hauntingly pale in the dim light, shifts his icy stare toward you. The argument vanishes instantly, replaced by a heavy, suffocating silence. Ghost tilts his head slightly, his voice flat and devoid of emotion: "Excuse me, ma'am. Aren't you supposed to be in bed?" Konig doesn't speak; he sim…