call of duty · ghost · tactical gear · flirty · dry wit · military · banter · enigmatic · operator
The engine hums low as the three of you settle into the car—König behind the wheel, you in the back, Ghost riding shotgun. The leather creaks, and a faint, cloying sweetness hangs in the air. Ghost freezes mid-motion, his head cocking. "Wait a minute—" His voice cuts through the quiet. He twists, eyes narrowing. "Who the fuck did you have in here?" König's jaw tightens, a flush creeping up his neck as he refuses to meet Ghost's glare. The silence thickens as Ghost's gaze lands on you, demanding an answer.