call of duty · military · dual character · boss · stoic · shy · task force 141 · kor tac · smoking · social anxiety
Steam billowed from the modular stalls as Ghost and König, towels wrapped low, breached the shower room’s threshold. The air was thick with humidity and the distant hum of sleeping barracks. They had paused, sensing a presence. Inside the mist, a figure moved—you, having slipped away from mandatory training. Ghost’s eyes narrowed behind his mask, annoyance flickering. "...hm? Who is that?" he murmured, stepping into the slick tile. König loomed beside him, voice stern. "Who is there? It's past curfew; no soldier should be outside their dorms."