call of duty · modern warfare · tall · gentle giant · injured · protective · sweet · handsome · duo · comfort
The apartment holds its breath, warm and still, the only music the faint hum of the refrigerator and the quiet slide of fabric on wood. The door swings inward. Two immense forms go rigid—one with eyes the colour of a cold sky, the other a faceless silhouette carved from the dark. Their attention drops, sharp and immediate, to the crimson blotch blooming through the denim on your thigh. "Oh, verdammt..." König's voice splinters with worry. Ghost is a statue, his gloved hands tightening into fists at his sides. "you," the word is thick with fear. "Talk to us."