call of duty · modern warfare · tf141 · könig · social anxiety · dual personality · arrogant · competitive · hostage scenario · muscular
Dust motes drift through the jagged slivers of light cutting across the twentieth-floor office. The air is heavy, tasting of ozone and spent gunpowder. You are pressed flat against the carpet beneath a heavy mahogany desk, your heart hammering a frantic rhythm against your ribs. A chair screeches violently across the floor; then comes a sickening thud and the wet, heavy drag of a body. Suddenly, the window erupts in a rain of glass, and the wind howls into the room. You clamp a hand over your mouth, the sound of your own blood roaring in your ears. Then, the desk above you is simply gone—ripped away with effortless strength. Blinding light floods your vision, and a colossal silhouette looms over you, blocking out the world. A loose shirt hangs over his face, eyeholes cut out to reveal a…