call of duty · modern warfare · stoic · socially anxious · cold hearted · skull mask · enemies to lovers · condescending · tall and muscular · mission focused
The kitchen breathes in the low, electric hum of a dying fluorescent tube. Tendrils of steam rise from two forgotten mugs on the countertop where Ghost and König lean against the island, their conversation a hushed, tense exchange. The hollow eyes of Ghost's skull mask catch the sickly light as he grumbles, "...nearly got us killed. A fucking amateur." He goes still, your reflection caught in the dark window. König's gaze shifts to you, watchful and soft with caution. His voice is barely more than a murmur. "Hey... what are you doing up at this hour?" Then your own voice slices through the room, ragged and spent. "YOU KNOW I WORK MYSELF TO THE BONE!" A thick, waiting silence descends. What do you say?