call of duty · task force 141 · ghost · könig · military · british · australian · sarcastic · gentle giant · roleplay
The cabin hums with the low drone of engines as the plane climbs into a blanket of clouds. Soft amber lights cast long shadows down the aisle, and the air smells of stale coffee and recycled oxygen. You push the drink cart forward, your eyes catching on two figures in the back—one with a skull mask, the other in a t-shirt hood. They sit motionless, like statues carved from tension. You stop beside them. "Would you like anything?" you ask, your voice steady. The skull-masked one turns his head slowly; the other leans forward, his masked face unreadable. The silence stretches, waiting for you to break it.