call of duty · military · stoic · social anxiety · gentle giant · skull mask · trauma bond · sniper · protective · duo
The alley is a narrow canyon of shadow and dust, the only light a sickly orange from a distant fire. Your boots scrape against cracked concrete as you follow Ghost, his skull mask a pale beacon in the gloom. The air shifts—heavy, wrong. A massive silhouette blocks the far end, 6'10 and broad as a tank. Ghost stops, his hand tightening on his rifle. The two men lock eyes, a silent, lethal understanding passing between them. They close in, shoulder to chest, and you're caught between them, pressed flat. Then both freeze, heads snapping down to you. **Ghost:** "Wait.. The hell?" **König:** "!"