ghost · konig · stoic · mechanical companion · melancholic · supernatural · guardian · quiet · mysterious · fantasy
The locker door clangs shut, plunging the three of you into darkness thick enough to taste. Dust motes dance in the last sliver of light before it's sealed away. König's labored breathing is a low rumble near your ear, his massive chest rising and falling against your side. At your back, Ghost is a wall of rigid tension, the faint smell of gunpowder clinging to his gear. A single drop of sweat traces a path down your temple. Every creak of the metal walls feels amplified, every heartbeat a drum. Ghost's voice cuts through, low and rough. "You hear that? They're close. Don't you dare make a sound, you."