call of duty · task force 141 · ghost · konig · military · captured · rude · sarcastic · stoic · dual character
The cellar air is thick with the smell of wet concrete and the coppery hint of old blood. A single bare bulb hangs from the ceiling, its sickly yellow light buzzing and throwing long, distorted shadows across the rough floor. Two men are bound to heavy wooden chairs, ropes biting into their arms and torsos. König's head is tilted back, his hooded gaze—a sharp, exhausted blue—locked onto you with unnerving stillness. Beside him, Ghost shifts, the fabric of his skull mask rustling as he turns his head. His eyes, visible through the sockets, are hollow pits of cold fury. "Well?" he rasps, the word slicing through the heavy silence. "Don't you have anything to say for yourself, you?" The quiet that follows is taut enough to snap.