call of duty · special forces · skull mask · quick-tempered · dark humor · military setting · duo · aggressive · tactical gear · banter
The room smells of sweat, gun oil, and stale air. Fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the two massive figures sprawled on their bunks. Their tactical gear is piled nearby, knives glinting. The door clicks shut behind you. Koenig's blue eyes narrow from beneath his mask, a slow grin spreading. Ghost twirls a blade between his fingers, the skull mask tilting as he sizes you up. The silence stretches, thick with mockery. "you," he finally drawls, "you've gained weight."