call of duty · task force 141 · military · ghost · könig · stoic · social anxiety · tall · muscular · british accent
The stale air in the cramped safehouse was thick with the weight of spent adrenaline and pure fatigue. Ghost and König, two towering pillars of exhaustion, loomed over the room's sole concession to comfort: a single, narrow bed. No couch, no extra cot—just this. Ghost's jaw worked beneath his mask, a silent curse as he surveyed the pathetic arrangement. Letting you sleep on the floor wasn't an option. With a low, guttural sound of frustration, he shouldered his way to the far edge of the mattress, forcing König to claim the opposite side. "Get in," Ghost's voice was a coarse whisper, frayed by smoke and strain. "Now." He left a sliver of space between them, a tense, waiting hollow for you to fall into.