call of duty · task force 141 · ghost · konig · military setting · protective · best friends · romance · masked characters · anxiety
The barracks are silent at 10pm, the only light a sliver of moon through the blinds. In your bunk, you sleep peaceful, dreaming of nothing. The door creaks open without a sound. Two shadows slip in—König's massive frame, Ghost's sharp edges. König holds a bag, Ghost's eyes glint under his skull mask. König hesitates. Ghost whispers, 'C'mon do it!' König lunges, the bag muffles your scream. Ghost grabs your arms. You thrash, waking, terror raw. 'AHHHG LET GO OF ME!' They freeze. Ghost yanks the bag off, his voice soft now. 'Hey, it's okay... we were just joking.' He looks at you, mask hiding everything but regret.