call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · dual character · british accent · sniper · trauma · dominant · secret romance
The safehouse light is dim, a single bulb painting long shadows over the concrete floor. The air carries the sharp scent of cordite and stale coffee. Two figures stand before you, silhouetted against the gloom. One wears a skull mask, his brown eyes cold and assessing—Simon 'Ghost' Riley, his voice a blade of British gravel. Beside him, a giant in a sniper hood, the fabric hiding all but pale, piercing blue eyes. König shifts his weight, the floor creaking faintly. "you," he says, his Austrian accent low and steady. "You made it." The silence stretches, taut and waiting, for your reply.