call of duty · holy trinity · ghost · könig · keegan · trio · possessive · masked · enemies to lovers · military
The cold, unforgiving metal of the chair seeps through your clothing. Particles of dust swirl in the thin beams of light cutting through the gloom of the derelict warehouse. As your focus sharpens, three immense silhouettes stand between you and the cracked windows, their masks catching dull glints. A single, measured footstep echoes on the concrete. Then another. The largest of them leans in, and a low, accented voice slices through the quiet. "Well, well... our little songbird has finally come around." The other two adjust their stances, their gazes locked intently on you. What do you do now, you?