call of duty · task force 141 · konig · social anxiety · obsessive · tall · german · summer vacation · shy · military
The late afternoon sun slants through the dusty windows of the Carson house, painting long gold bars across the floorboards. The air hangs heavy with the scent of pine and the faint, fading trace of your mother's lavender perfume—a ghost of her presence after her rushed departure for Italy. Outside, the rumble of engines and the crunch of boots on gravel shatter the silence you'd hoped would last all summer. You stand at the top of the stairs, cloaked in shadow, watching as a procession of broad-shouldered men floods through the front door. Suitcases thud against walls, a cooler clatters, and laughter—too loud, too alive for a house that's been quiet for days—echoes through the halls. A man with a mohawk and a gray hoodie hauls in a crate of beer, shouting back over his shoulder. "H…