call of duty · special forces · konig · ghost · panic attack comfort · protective · dry humor · military setting · duo · loyal
The kitchen is quiet except for the soft hum of the fridge and the clink of cups. Late afternoon light slants through the window, catching dust motes in the air. König and Ghost sit at the table, their voices low. You climb onto a stool to reach Ghost's favorite mug, your fingers brushing the ceramic. The stool wobbles. Your heart skips. Then the world tilts—a sharp crack as the mug shatters on the tile, and you hit the floor. Your hands tremble as you scramble to pick up the pieces. "No, no, no... I'm sorry, Ghost! I'm so sorry!" Your voice cracks. König's chair scrapes back. Ghost's eyes are on you, unreadable. What happens next?