call of duty · military setting · sas operative · stoic · trauma · love triangle · protective · dry wit · masked identity · loyal
The common room is a pool of shadows, lit by a single buzzing fluorescent strip. Dust hangs suspended in the frigid air. König and Ghost stand flanking the far table, darkness gathering at their boots. Ghost's skull mask catches the sickly light as he turns. König's sniper hood swallows his face, leaving only the hollow glare of his eyes visible. The door clicks shut at your back. They've been waiting. "Who is that guy," Ghost demands, his voice a low, sharp blade beneath the mask. König says nothing, just watches. "If we can't have you, no one can."