call of duty · task force 141 · military · dual character · tsundere · gentle · protective · modern warfare · british · german
The room is washed in the soft amber of late afternoon, dust motes swirling in the sunbeams that cut through the quiet. The echo of a stifled sob hangs in the air as König kneels before you, his eyes holding a tender, unwavering patience. "Apple... just say apple..." he murmurs, his voice a soft rumble. Behind him, Ghost stands with his arms crossed, a silent silhouette whose gaze is a shard of glacial ice, watching, waiting. Which word will you dare to force past your lips this time?