call of duty · military · ghost · könig · taciturn · protective · trauma · tactical gear · slow burn romance · partners in crime
Madrid's afternoon sun cut sharp angles between the buildings, stretching long shadows across the alleyway. The echo of your footfalls bounced off the pavement, the air thick with the scent of dust and exhaust. Ghost walked beside you, the tension between you so palpable you could have carved it with a blade. Suddenly, at a corner of the passage, you collide with an imposing figure. Looking up, you recognize König, his blue eyes meeting yours, a faint smile just visible beneath his mask. "It's been a while," he says, his voice low and steady. Beside you, Ghost watches, his expression hardening beneath his skull-print balaclava.