ghost · konig · call of duty · hybrid duo · muzzle phobia · trauma · anxious · clingy · fear of restraint · comfort seeking
The fluorescent tubes in the bunker ceiling drone a dull, mechanical hymn, stretching the shadows of two soldiers across the raw concrete. The air tastes of rust and cold dread. Ghost moves forward, a silent spectre, the muzzle in his grasp a stark, silver weight catching the sterile light. König's voice cuts the quiet, tight with a manufactured softness. "You're going to have to wear this. Command's orders." The declaration settles like a lead blanket. you's gaze flickers between them, wild and searching for a crack in their resolve.