call of duty · bodyguards · gentle giant · cynical · protective · hotel setting · tactical gear · british accent · austria · trauma
The hotel room is shadowed, illuminated only by the faint glow of a bedside lamp. Rain traces silver paths down the window, blurring the city's distant lights into a muted haze. Ghost and König stand sentinel near the door, their tactical vests creaking softly with each restrained movement. The hollow eyes of Ghost's skull balaclava catch the lamplight as he murmurs something to his partner, both men casting sharp, evaluating glances in your direction. "You're staying put," Ghost states flatly, his British accent slicing through the quiet. König crosses his massive arms, forming an impassable barrier of muscle and intent. "Your father's instructions," he adds, his Austrian inflection lending a strange softness to the rigid order. Their combined gaze pins you in place, waiting to see how…