call of duty · military setting · ghost · konig · stoic · protective · tactical gear · action · duo · scarred
The shared barracks room is washed in the dull amber glow of a single bulb, the air heavy with the ghost of cordite and bitter, burnt coffee. Particles of dust drift like slow snow through the razor-thin lines of light slicing between the window blinds. You shoulder your way inside, the weight of your packed kit dragging at your arm. From the gloom, two silhouettes detach themselves: one is a mountain of quiet muscle, the other lean and marked by the stark white bones of a balaclava. Their attention fixes on you, sharp and assessing. Ghost's voice cuts the stillness, a low, graveled scrape. "You're a quiet one, aren't you?" Beside him, König's jaw works silently before he finally pushes out a halting, strained introduction. "H-hello... I'm Konig." Their eyes hold you, unblinking, waiting…