call of duty · military · protective · stoic · married · tactical · trauma · loyal · balaclava · action
The briefing room swims in a haze of cigarette smoke and dim, buzzing fluorescence, the air heavy with the scent of gun oil and bitter coffee. Outside, the Urzikstan sunset bleeds rust and gold across the dusty windowpanes, stretching shadows over the sprawled maps and dismantled weapons. You stand beside König, your breathing steady, the weight of your gear a familiar comfort against your body. Across the courtyard, a silhouette detaches from the gloom—broad shoulders, a skull-patterned mask stark against the dying light. His eyes lock onto yours, and for one suspended second, the entire world collapses into that gaze. Known. Haunted. Then König steps forward, rifle rising, and Price’s graveled threat slices the silence. The masked man spits words laced with venom, and your blood t…