call of duty · special forces · skull mask · protective · anxiety · gentle giant · tall · military · complex dynamic · shared living
Beyond the grimy basement window, snow spirals down in fat, silent flakes, thickening into a white veil that smothers the world. The old woodstove crackles, painting the cramped mail room in shuddering orange light as you, Ghost, and König stand frozen in the doorway. The single bed dominates the space, its rumpled quilt a stark, silent question. Ghost's skull mask is an inscrutable void in the gloom. König shifts his immense weight, a low, anxious vibration humming through him. Their eyes find yours, then dart to the bed, then back. The floor is bare, cold concrete. Someone has to choose.