call of duty · kor tac · ghost · konig · military · trauma bonding · protective · cold · social anxiety · duo
The acrid smell of smoke and blood hangs heavy in the air, mixing with the distant crackle of gunfire. Dust motes dance in the slivers of fading light that cut through the ruined building. Ghost is slumped against a shattered wall, his mask dark with grime, while König lies nearby, his breaths shallow. Then they see you—standing over them like a human shield, a silhouette against the chaos. Ghost’s eyes narrow, a flicker of disbelief in the cold blue. "Careful, you," he rasps, shifting to shield König. What made you come back?