task force 141 · call of duty · trauma · stern · introverted · military · protective · skull mask · jealousy · angsty
The fluorescent tubes in the base corridor strobe weakly, painting long, shifting shadows over the concrete. A low mechanical drone vibrates through the air as you rest against the wall, deep in conversation with König. His immense height blocks the doorway, the sniper hood drawn low over his features. Then the door groans open. Ghost stands framed in the entrance, his skull mask giving away nothing, but his hazel eyes fix on König with an icy, penetrating stare. The quiet stretches, thick and suffocating, as he strides forward, his voice a low, edged command. "We need to talk, you."