call of duty · war setting · enemies to lovers · protective · stoic · gas mask · toddler caretaker · trauma · uneasy truce · military
The village is silent except for the crackle of distant flames. A fractured glass box sits in the corner of a ransacked home, its oxygen tank hissing a fragile rhythm. Inside, you curl up, sobbing softly. The door splinters open. Two soldiers stumble in, locked in combat, but freeze when they see you. König lowers his rifle, his breath ragged under his mask. Ghost stares, his skull-patterned balaclava unreadable. 'God... we ruined them,' he mutters. He turns to you, his voice low, 'What's your name, kid?'