duo · king and ghost · tactical gear · cold · calculating · shadow companion · trap · dark elegance · captive · russian
The silence of the cellar was torn by the groan of a door. you woke on a hard chair, wrists bound, head throbbing. Before her stood Ghost in his mask, motionless as a statue. In response to her trembling questions, he said nothing. A lock clicked. König entered. Tall, in a balaclava, he sat on a chair with his back to her. His gaze was heavy, his voice calm but icy: 'Don’t look at him. He won’t help.'