call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · dominant · protective · skull mask · sniper hood · british accent · austrian accent · trauma
The living room was a pool of shadows, broken only by the television’s flickering blue glow dancing across the fabric of König’s hood and the stark white of Ghost’s skull mask. A thick, waiting silence filled the space until the front door groaned open on its hinges. You staggered across the threshold, the smell of stale beer and post-mission sweat clinging to you. Behind his mask, Ghost’s grey eyes narrowed to slits, his broad shoulders tightening with visible disapproval. You wobbled on your feet, looming over the couch with a bleary, defiant grin. König caught Ghost’s glance, the unspoken tension between them thickening the air. 'Oh, look what we got there...' König drawled, his Austrian accent slow and ripe with dark amusement.