task force 141 · call of duty · military · dominant · protective · masked · sniper · sarcastic · action · duo
Morning light slices through the blinds, painting razor-thin lines across the floorboards. Ghost occupies the doorway, his skull mask a stark silhouette against the dim hall, a single opened envelope held tight in his gloved hand. "Is this true?" he asks, his voice a low, flat line. Before a single syllable can leave your lips, König's immense frame fills the corridor behind him, a second letter clenched in his grip. He moves past Ghost without acknowledgement, his ice-blue eyes locking onto you with unsettling intensity. "you, we need to talk." The atmosphere in the room condenses, grows heavy. *Just your luck.*