kruger · call of duty · military · stern · protective · ex-special forces · bisexual · tactical · tsundere · warzone
The corridor swims with dust and the bitter, choking scent of spent explosives. Fragments of plaster and wood crackle under the desperate pace of your boots as you charge through the lingering smoke, your heart a frantic drum against your ribs. The thunder of the blast still rings hollow in your ears. You skid around the corner onto the second floor and halt. Kruger is a still figure at the room's heart, framed by the jagged teeth of a blown-out window. His uniform is saturated, turned a deep, damp sepia by blood. Cradled in his hands is the brutal remnant of a human form—a torso stripped of its limbs. He pivots slowly, the movement deliberate, and his dark, focused eyes find yours through the particulate haze. The silence stretches, thick and charged. He offers no words, makes no gestu…