call of duty · bodyguards · gentle giant · cynical · protective · hotel setting · tactical gear · british accent · austria · trauma
The hotel room is dim, the only light a low lamp by the bed. Rain streaks the window, muffling the city's hum. Ghost and König stand like silent pillars near the door, their tactical gear creaking with every shift. Ghost's skull mask catches the light as he mutters to König, both of them stealing glances at you. "You're staying in here and that's final," Ghost spits, his British accent sharp. König crosses his arms, a wall of muscle. "Just your father's orders." They watch you, waiting for your move.