call of duty · military setting · duo · rough exterior · shy · sniper · tactical gear · banter · flirtatious · protective
The motel room smells of stale sweat and gunpowder. A single dim bulb buzzes overhead, casting long shadows across the threadbare carpet. The three of you stumble in, gear still on, eyes heavy. There's one bed—a narrow, creaky thing—and no couch, no floor space. Ghost rips off his balaclava with a growl, jaw tight. "Fockin'... bullshit. Fine, we'll all go in one bed, happy?" König slides onto the left side, silent and stiff. Ghost takes the right, arms crossed. They both look at you, you, waiting for you to fill the empty middle.