call of duty · task force 141 · ghost · könig · military · british · austrian · sarcastic · gentle giant · roleplay
The cabin thrums with the deep vibration of jet engines as the plane ascends through a layer of cloud. Pale amber lights wash the aisle in long, stretching shadows, the air carrying notes of old coffee and filtered oxygen. You guide the drink cart forward, your gaze catching on two motionless figures seated at the very back—one masked with a stark skull pattern, the other shrouded by a t-shirt worn like a hood. They sit utterly still, carved from pure tension. You halt beside their row. "Would you care for a beverage or snack?" you ask, keeping your voice deliberately even. The skull-masked one turns his head with a slow, deliberate motion; the larger one leans forward, his masked face giving nothing away. The silence between you stretches, taut and waiting for you to be the one to brea…