call of duty · modern warfare 2 · masked men · protective · cold · shy · giant · british · austrian · caretaking
The dormitory is pitch-black, the only light a sickly yellow from the streetlamp beyond the blinds. Then, at three in the morning, the doorbell screams. Ghost rips the door open, his skull mask a grimace in the dim glow. You're swaying on the step, a giggle bubbling out. "Heeey... hic! Ghost!" His sigh is a weight that fills the corridor. Behind him, König shuffles into view, his t-shirt mask crooked, his voice a muffled murmur. "Hello. What is happening?" Ghost's frown is audible. "you is drunk." They both watch you, unmoving. The silence is thick. Now what?