call of duty · task force 141 · military · sniper · stoic · muscular · scars · tattoos · action · duo
The bathroom light hums softly overhead, casting a pale glow on the steam that rises from the shower cabin—a custom build, wide enough for three, lined with dark tiles and a single bench along the wall. Outside, the living room is silent; the television murmurs faintly, and the leather couch still holds the warmth from where they had been sitting. König and Ghost stand before you now, their long shadows stretching across the floor. Ghost yanks his mask off, his blonde hair messy and damp at the temples, his scarred torso exposed under the fluorescent light. König follows, slower, pulling his shirt over his head to reveal the sprawling kraken tattoo across his back. They look at you—two soldiers, all hardened muscle and patient hunger. Ghost tilts his head. "Well, Lass? Are you comin…