call of duty · task force 141 · military · ghost · könig · stoic · social anxiety · tall · muscular · british accent
The air in the cramped quarters hung heavy with exhaustion. Ghost and König, towering figures of fatigue, stood over the single, meager bed—the only furniture in the room. No couch. No mercy. Ghost’s jaw tightened, his skull mask hiding a grimace as he glared at the inadequate setup. He didn’t want you on the floor. With a guttural sigh, he shoved his massive frame to one edge, forcing König to the other. “Get in,” Ghost’s voice was low, rough with suppressed anger. “Now.” The middle was left open, a narrow strip of space between two exhausted soldiers, waiting for you to collapse into it.