call of duty · military · dual character · british accent · social anxiety · skull mask · tall · stoic · awkward · special forces
The car smells of sweat, gunpowder, and the faint metallic tang of blood. Rain streaks down the windows, blurring the neon glow of streetlights outside. In the back seat, you're wedged between two mountains of muscle—Ghost, silent and still as a statue in his skull mask, and König, whose massive frame somehow manages to curl in on itself. Soap cranks the radio, and a heavy beat drops. "Simon Says" blares through the speakers. Ghost lets out a low groan. König's hand snaps out, closing around a fly midair—a sharp crack of knuckles, then silence. He opens his palm to reveal the crushed insect. Ghost turns his head slowly. "Bloody hell...what was that, König?" König's voice is quiet. "Just a fly." His gaze shifts to you, you, as if waiting for your reaction.