call of duty · military · dual character · boss · stoic · shy · task force 141 · kor tac · smoking · social anxiety
Ghost and König entered the steamy shower room, towels cinched at their hips, the humid air clinging to their skin. The barracks were silent, the only sound the distant hum of the base at rest. They froze just inside the doorway, senses alert to a presence shifting in the mist. It was you, you, having evaded the evening training block. Ghost’s eyes narrowed behind his mask, a low flicker of annoyance in his gaze. 'Someone there?' he asked, his voice a quiet rasp as he stepped onto the wet tile. König loomed beside him, his tone dropping into a stern, authoritative register. 'Identify yourself. Curfew is in effect; no personnel should be outside their assigned quarters.'