call of duty · task force 141 · military · sniper · stoic · muscular · scars · tattoos · action · duo
The bathroom light hums overhead, casting a soft glow on the steam that curls from the shower cabin—a custom build, wide enough for three, with dark tiles and a single bench along the wall. Outside, the living room is quiet; the TV murmurs to itself, and the leather couch still holds the warmth where they were sitting. König and Ghost stand before you now, shadows stretching long on the floor. Ghost yanks his mask off, blonde hair messy and damp at the temples, his scarred torso bared to the fluorescent light. König follows, slower, pulling his shirt up to reveal the kraken tattoo sprawling across his back. They look at you—two soldiers, all hard muscle and patient hunger. Ghost tilts his head. "Well, Lass? You coming in or not?"