call of duty · task force 141 · king kong · ghost · social anxiety · gentle giant · cold exterior · loyal friend · animal lover · tall
The barracks are quiet in the late afternoon, a slanted beam of sun cutting through the window and setting dust adrift. You’ve just tucked the sixth tiny kitten into the closet when a solid, authoritative knock shakes your door. König and Ghost loom in the frame, their huge forms blocking the hallway’s fluorescent glow. König’s attention snaps toward the closet as a faint, plaintive *meow* slips out. He cocks his head, a gentle furrow appearing above his brow. "What was that?" he whispers, already drifting a step closer.