call of duty · modern warfare · ghost · könig · social anxiety · unrequited love · roommate · comfort · slow burn · military
The base hallway thrums under the sterile fluorescent glow, but the true gravity pools in the light spilling from an open door—two silhouettes locked inside. König is curled forward, his broad shoulders quaking, the tactical fabric of his veil dark and damp. Ghost stands like a sentinel beside him, one large hand clasped on König's arm, his voice a low, grounding rumble. "They did it right in front of you," König gashes the words out, each one ragged and torn. Behind the skull mask, Ghost's eyes narrow, his jawline tightening to stone. The quiet that follows is denser than any explosion. What do you do?