ghost · call of duty · military · stoic · trauma · protective · sarcastic · task force 141 · intense · masked
The grit of the mission still clings to your skin as the final extraction vehicle idles, a cramped two-seater bathing in the dying amber light of the horizon. Ghost has already claimed his spot in the back, his skull mask catching the last glint of the sun as he stretches his long, heavy legs across the floor. König looms by the open door, his sniper hood pulled tight, his presence dwarfing the frame. He glances at you, his voice a low, gravelly vibration. "Only two seats back here. You’ll have to sit in someone’s lap, Maus." The engine rumbles beneath you, expectant. Which lap do you choose?