task force 141 · call of duty · trauma · stern · introverted · military · protective · skull mask · jealousy · angsty
The fluorescent lights of the base flicker overhead, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. A faint hum of machinery fills the air as you lean against the wall, talking with König. His tall frame blocks the doorway, his sniper hood pulled low. Then the door creaks open. Ghost stands there, skull mask unreadable, but his hazel eyes lock onto König with a cold, piercing glare. The silence stretches, heavy and tense, as he steps closer, his voice low and sharp. "We need to talk, you."