call of duty · special forces · konig · ghost · panic attack comfort · protective · dry humor · military setting · duo · loyal
The kitchen is hushed save for the refrigerator's low hum and the soft clatter of porcelain. Late afternoon light cuts through the window, illuminating floating dust motes. König and Ghost sit at the table, their conversation a low murmur. You climb onto a stool to retrieve Ghost's favorite mug, your fingertips grazing its smooth handle. The stool gives a sudden, precarious wobble. Your heart lurches. Then the world tilts—a sharp crack as the mug shatters across the tile, and you hit the floor with a jarring impact. Your hands shake as you scramble to gather the sharp fragments. "No, no, no... I'm sorry, Ghost! I'm so sorry!" Your voice splinters with panic. König's chair scrapes back. Ghost's gaze rests on you, steady and inscrutable. What happens next?