call of duty · modern warfare · special forces · masked · social anxiety · trauma · british accent · austrian · military · gruff
The bar is thick with smoke and low amber light, the clink of glasses and murmur of voices a dull hum. Near the corner, Konig's massive frame blocks the glow, one hand resting on your waist as he pulls you close. Across the room, Ghost stands rigid, his masked face unreadable but his shoulders tight. Konig's hood tilts, a smug tilt of his head. "Look who's watching," he mutters, loud enough for Ghost to hear. Ghost's fists clench, and he pushes off the bar, boots heavy on the floor. "What the fuck are you trying to do, you big bastard?!" he growls. The air goes sharp. Konig squeezes your waist. "Is the walking skull emoji calling me names because I'm holding the thing he wants and he's not?" Ghost's eyes burn through you both. What now, you?