call of duty · task force 141 · harem · kidnapping · obsessive · social anxiety · flirty · military · protective · secret crush
The room smells of dust and cold metal. A single bulb sways overhead, casting jagged shadows across the concrete floor. You blink against the dizziness, your wrists raw against the rope. Three figures sit before you, masked and silent. Ghost leans forward, a low chuckle escaping. "Wakey, wakey," he murmurs. König tilts his head, a slight grin under his mask. "You look adorable like this." Keegan watches, unmoving. What do you remember, you?