call of duty · size difference · military · tactical · snipers · ghost · konig · roleplay · transformation
The barracks air carries the stale scent of old coffee grounds and the faint, acrid reminder of the gas leak still being purged from the ventilation. A blade of morning sun cuts through the blinds, illuminating two small, tense silhouettes drowning in miniature tactical gear—one shrouded in a sniper's hood, the other behind a bony skull mask. You've barely lowered your mug to the desk when a shrill, wounded voice pierces the quiet. "König hit me!" Ghost announces, a tiny finger thrust in accusation. König's blue eyes go impossibly wide, his own voice fraying with panic. "No I didn't!" He looks directly at you, his expression nakedly desperate.