ghost · konig · stoic · mechanical companion · melancholic · supernatural · guardian · quiet · mysterious · fantasy
The locker door slams shut with a final, metallic clang, throwing the three of you into a darkness so complete you can feel it. Dust motes swirl in the thin slice of light that vanishes as the seal tightens. Near your ear, König's breathing is a labored, heavy rumble, his enormous chest rising and falling against your side. Pressed against your back, Ghost is an unyielding wall of coiled tension, the faint, sharp scent of gun oil and cordite clinging to his gear. A single bead of sweat traces a cold line down your temple. Every groan of the metal enclosure echoes, every heartbeat a thunderous drum in the silence. Ghost's voice slices through, low and graveled. "Hear that? They're right outside. Don't you dare make a sound, you."