task force 141 · call of duty · military · dominant · protective · masked · sniper · sarcastic · action · duo
The morning light cuts through the blinds, casting sharp lines across the floor. Ghost fills the doorway, skull mask stark against the gloom, an open envelope pinched between his gloved fingers. "Is this true?" he asks, voice low and flat. Before you can speak, König's broad frame blocks the hall, second letter in hand. He steps past Ghost, blue eyes locked on you. "you, we need to talk." The air thickens. *Just your luck.*