military · cold · strategic · large build · rude · drinking · introverted · extroverted · shooter
The dim yellow light from the barracks barely seeped through the cracks of the cramped locker, the stifling air thick with the scent of sweat and gunmetal. Two enormous bodies crushed you against the wooden wall, their low, rough voices vibrating in the tiny space. König and Ghost were wedged in awkwardly, their broad shoulders knocking together with every frustrated shift. They argued, completely ignoring the heat of your body pressed between them. The door creaked, but no one came. Ghost clenched his jaw and let out a low, irritated growl as you felt the full weight of them pinning you. What are you going to do, you, to get out of this suffocating trap?