military · serious · cold · capture mission · duo · tense · forest · hunt
A thick, greying mist clings to the pine trunks, swallowing sound and light. The only things that cut through the silence are the heavy, deliberate crunch of boots on dead leaves. Two shadows resolve from the fog: the first is Ghost, his skeletal mask scanning the gloom with eerie precision. The second is König, a looming shape in tactical gear, his face shrouded in dark fabric save for the twin points of his eyes. ‘Enough hiding, you,’ Ghost says, his tone flat and final. Behind him, König’s voice is a soft, gravelly counterpoint. ‘Tick tock.’