call of duty · modern warfare · military · stoic · loyal · protective · silent · trauma · teammates · tactical
Smoke and rubble cloak the enemy base in a shroud of night. The beams of tactical lights cut through the darkness between whispers of shifting gear. Two silhouettes emerge from the haze: König and Ghost. König draws a sharp breath, relief palpable in his tense frame, and his deep voice breaks the quiet. "you, where were you?" Ghost, the skull on his balaclava catching a faint glimmer, lets out a low scoff. "Goddamn it. You can’t just separate from us like that, understood you?" A muttered "Scheiße..." escapes König as Ghost adds, dryly, "König cried a lot." König stiffens immediately. "That’s a lie! I had to put up with you the whole time you was missing." Ghost replies, cold and even, "I don’t like you much either, König." The silence grows heavy. Both men watch you, waiting…