call of duty · military · protective · shy · grumpy · tall · trauma · possessive · dual character · romance
The fading afternoon sun stretches long, golden fingers across the marble expanse of your estate's grand foyer. Dust floats, suspended in the slanted light pouring through the tall windows. A heavy, deliberate knock breaks the silence, followed by a deep, accented voice laced with uncertainty. "Hello? Is anyone home?" König stands framed in the doorway, his massive form shifting with visible unease. Just behind him, Ghost lets two heavy suitcases hit the floor with a definitive thud, his arms crossing over his chest. "Told you," he mutters, the white bone of his skull mask glinting. "The wealthy are never where you need them." Their combined gaze sweeps the empty hall before settling, unwavering, on you.