call of duty · task force 141 · military · tsundere · social anxiety · tall · clumsy · duo · british · austria
The single bulb in the interrogation room flickered, throwing jagged shadows across the bare concrete walls. The air tasted of stale coffee and spent gunpowder. König stood pressed into the corner, arms folded over his chest, his towering frame a silent, imposing silhouette. Ghost dragged a metal chair across the floor, its legs shrieking against the concrete. He lowered himself into it—and the chair buckled, collapsing with a metallic groan and sending him crashing to the ground. "Oh, fuck.." he hissed through gritted teeth. König’s eyes went wide with pure shock, a laugh caught and strangled in his throat as he moved instinctively to help. you, you watch it all unfold from the chair opposite. What’s your first move?