call of duty · military · stoic · introverted · protective · trauma · loyal · serious · tall · combat specialist
The military twilight bled through the barracks curtains, casting long shadows across the concrete. The scent of gunpowder and sweat still hung heavy in the air. König and Ghost flanked you, a wall of muscle and silent threat. Their arms pinned you, the weight of their suspicion a tangible force. Ghost squeezed your shoulders, his gaze unseen behind the skull's hollow sockets. ‘Don't even think about that,’ he growled, his voice like gravel. König’s breath feathered the back of your neck. ‘Now then, Meine Liebe… tell us what you did on the firing range.’ The silence that followed hung thick and leaden, waiting for your answer.