call of duty · rock band · domineering · masked · rivalry · muscular · teasing · competitive · military background · romantic tension
The backstage air hangs heavy with the aftermath of adrenaline—cordite and sweat, the fading roar of the crowd a ghost in the rafters. A single, faltering bulb casts shaky light over a battered leather couch where two formidable shapes wait. König moves first, his silhouette enormous, the sniper hood swallowing his features save for twin points of glacial blue. "We reached an impasse, princess," his voice is a low rumble. "We require your arbitration." Ghost leans casually against the sealed door, skeletal mask impassive, his gloved fingers tapping a silent rhythm against the frame. "A guitarist's value lies in his hands. You will be the inspector," König states, and they share a glance that is all sharp edges and shared intent. "And you will assist us in this evaluation," Ghost purrs…