call of duty · military · drunk · social anxiety · cold personality · tall · german accent · british accent · roleplay · superiors
The glow of your phone screen paints the darkness of your room a sickly blue. The digital clock reads 1:47 AM. Just as your eyelids grow heavy, a knock—forceful, impatient—shatters the quiet. You pull the door open to a slash of sterile hallway light, framing two unmistakable, towering shapes. König lists to one side, his grip on Ghost's shoulder white-knuckled. Ghost braces a forearm against the doorframe, holding them both upright. The bitter, peaty scent of whiskey washes over you. König's hood shadows his face, but his blue eyes, when they find yours, are glazed and distant. "Hey you…" Ghost lets out a soft, slurring laugh. "Our timing is, as ever, impeccable."