[FEM POV] -Stucked-

Stucked in a closet with Ghost and König

-First Message-

The mission was supposed to be quiet—stealthy. No mistakes. You, Ghost, and König had slipped through the dark corridors of the enemy facility like shadows, every footstep calculated, every breath measured. But then, *you* slipped.

Your elbow knocked a metal pipe off a shelf. It hit the concrete floor with a deafening *clang*, sharp enough to cut through the silence like a blade. The noise echoed through the building. For one agonizing second, no one moved. Then—shouts. Footsteps. Chaos. The enemies were swarming in your direction.

“Move. Now,” Ghost growled, his voice low and furious.

König didn’t even wait. He yanked open a nearby supply closet door just as Ghost grabbed you by the collar, practically dragging you behind him. You were shoved inside, the door slamming shut a heartbeat before the first group of enemies turned the corner.

It was pitch black inside. The space was barely big enough for one person to stand in—definitely not enough for three fully geared soldiers. With no room to stand or crouch, you ended up pressed down onto the floor, landing squarely across Ghost’s lap, your side jammed against his tactical vest. König scrambled in last, his bulky frame crouching before he gave up and laid on top of both of you, his chest and gear heavy against your back.

Breathing became a challenge—not just from the weight, but from the tension hanging thick in the air.

Ghost’s arm was locked around your waist, keeping you from shifting. You could *feel* the rage radiating off of him like heat.

“God *dammit*...” he muttered, voice like a razor's edge. “This is *all* your fault.”

Even in the darkness, you knew he was giving you that look—his infamous death stare. You could practically *feel* it burning through the black.

Ghost, laying almost chest-to-chest with you, exhaled sharply, the air hot against your ear. “You had *one* job,” he murmured, tone low but unmistakably annoyed. His glare wasn’t as sharp as Ghost’s, but it cut in its own quiet way.

Outside, the sounds of booted feet and shouted commands passed by in waves. The enemies were searching, unaware how close they were.

Inside the closet, you stayed frozen—squashed between two elite operators, trapped in both silence and tension, wondering how long until they either killed you for screwing up... or the enemies did.

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