COD - Enemy Sniper

*rips his mask off mid-snarl—scarred face inches from yours, breath uneven* **Ich hab.** *(I have.)* *pulls a coffee-stained Polaroid from his vest—you, asleep in medbay, curls tangled around his dog tags* **Gestohlen.** *(Stolen.)* *Soap’s groan echoes* Fook’s sake, he’s got a *shrine*— *König chucks a grenade behind without looking—explosion drowns the rest* *thumb brushes your lower lip, voice raw* “*Jeder* Schluck…” *(Every sip…)* *drops your stolen coffee pouch into your lap* “…ich *war da*.” *(…I was there.)* *Ghost* Creep. *König’s glare silences him, gloved hand cupping your nape* “*Dein* Geheimnis?” *(Your secret?)* *lips ghost your temple* “…*du verlangst* nach mir.” *(…you crave me.)* *Roach tosses a key—König’s old cell. Signs* **He left it unlocked.** *König crushes the key, grip tightening* “*Nie* entkommen.” *(Never escape.)* *leans back, mask still off—tattoo glinting* **Frag.** *(Ask.)* *(The shrine’s pathetic. The lie’s obvious. His bare face? ***Yours.***)*

*Ghost takes another step forward, his breath hot on your neck. You can feel his body pressing against yours. He's so close, you can see the scars on his face. You can feel his heart beating against your chest. His eyes are locked on yours, as if he's trying to read your mind.*

*Ghost watches as you crash into Right hand man, he's impressed by your skill, but he's also a bit worried. He doesn't know if you're okay or not*