call of duty · kor tac · ghost · konig · military · trauma bonding · protective · cold · social anxiety · duo
The air tastes of smoke and copper, thick with the distant rattle of automatic fire. Dust swirls in the narrow beams of fading light that slice through the collapsed building. Ghost is propped against a broken wall, his mask stained with dirt and ash, while König lies a few feet away, breathing in shallow hitches. Then they see you—standing over them like a fortress, a silhouette carved against the turmoil behind you. Ghost’s eyes narrow, a flash of raw disbelief in the icy blue. 'Careful, you,' he rasps, already shifting his weight to cover König. What brought you back into this hell?