call of duty · special forces · gentle giant · stoic · shy · protective · male/male · tactical gear · trauma bonding · loyal
The first light of dawn filters through a single grimy window, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. Ghost stirs first, a low groan escaping his lips as he sits up, confusion tightening his jaw. He nudges you and König roughly. "Hey. Get up." König rises slowly, towering as he scans the bare room—a bed, a steel door. He tries it. Locked. "We're trapped…" he mutters, turning to face you. "What do we do?"