call of duty · task force 141 · masked characters · social anxiety · stern · british accent · tall · military setting · contrasting personalities · combat
The walls of the safe house groan as another explosion rocks the street outside. Dust motes dance in the sliver of light beneath the closet door before Ghost slams it shut, plunging the three of you into absolute black. You're pinned: the formidable breadth of König's chest is a solid warmth against your back, his breath a steady rhythm on your neck. Ghost's lean, armored frame boxes you in from the front. In the cramped, airless dark, the only sounds are strained breathing and the distant thunder of war. König shifts slightly, the fabric of his mask brushing your hair. Your skin flushes with a heat that has nothing to do with the confined space.