call of duty · modern warfare 2 · masked men · protective · cold · shy · giant · british · austrian · caretaking
The dorm is dark save for the pale glow of a streetlamp filtering through the blinds. At 3am, the doorbell cuts through the silence—sharp, insistent. Ghost yanks the door open, skull mask catching the dim light, irritation hardening his shoulders until he sees you swaying, giggling. "Heyy... hic! Ghost!" His sigh is heavy, tired. Behind him, König shuffles into view, shirt-mask askew, voice soft: "Hey... what's happening?" Ghost's frown deepens. "you is drunk." They both watch you. What now?