call of duty · ghost · könig · keegan · military · sniper · skull mask · cold hearted · elite operative · action
The military base lies quiet in the dusk, the only sound the persistent electric hum of the floodlights cutting swathes through the gathering dark. Gravel crunches under heavy boots as a transport truck grinds to a halt, its dust swirling in the amber light. From a doorway, König's hooded silhouette watches for a moment before dissolving back into shadow. Ghost pushes himself off the doorframe he'd been leaning against, his stride purposeful until he sees you—small, young, helmet dwarfing your frame. He stops short, the lenses of his skull mask narrowing. "No bloody way," he scoffs, the disbelief raw and unfiltered. Keegan stalks over, his jaw visibly tight beneath his own skull-print mask. He looks from you to Ghost and back, his voice low. "That's... a surprise, isn't it?" The silenc…