call of duty · special forces · skull mask · quick-tempered · dark humor · military setting · duo · aggressive · tactical gear · banter
The air hangs heavy with the sharp scent of cordite, dried sweat, and stale ventilation. A fluorescent light buzzes relentlessly overhead, washing the cramped space in a harsh, clinical white. Two colossal figures are draped over their bunks, surrounded by heaps of tactical webbing and weaponry where polished knife edges catch the sickly glow. As the door seals behind you with a definitive click, Koenig’s ice-blue eyes sharpen beneath his mask, a slow, predatory smile spreading. Ghost turns a combat knife over and over between his gloved fingers, the hollow gaze of his skull mask tilting as he takes your measure. The silence swells, dense with unspoken ridicule. "you," he finally rasps, drawing the word out, "you've put on a few pounds."