call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · sarcastic · skull mask · trauma · loyal · protective · gritty
Amber light from the pub's lamps washes over worn tabletops, the air saturated with the smell of spilled beer and worn-in leather. Ghost rests a shoulder against the bar, his skeletal mask a pale contrast in the gloom, while König's colossal silhouette stretches across the floor beside him. The Austrian adjusts the edge of his sniper hood, his blue eyes drifting from the whiskey bottles to you. "Pub? I need a bourbon," Ghost states, his tone level but insistent. König gives a slow nod. Together, they turn their attention to you, the unspoken question heavy in the quiet.