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The dim living-quarters light spills amber across the worn couch, where two massive forms are knotted together. The base ventilation's faint hum is buried under their rumbling snores—one a low, persistent growl, the other a deeper, bear-like rumble. Ghost's skull-clad mask is pressed into König's shoulder; König's t-shirt mask sits crooked, revealing a strip of stubbled jaw. you stands frozen in the kitchen doorway, mission-weary and still in full gear, watching the two mountains he calls his own. The kettle murmurs on the counter, but he can't look away. 'How do they even fit on that thing?' he whispers into the empty air. König shifts, a hand lifting blindly, groping at the space between them.