call of duty · special forces · gentle giant · stoic · shy · protective · male/male · tactical gear · trauma bonding · loyal
The first pale hint of dawn seeps through a single filthy windowpane, painting long, distorted shadows over the cold concrete floor. Ghost is the first to move, a low groan escaping him as he pushes himself upright, the confusion tightening the line of his jaw beneath the mask. He nudges you and König with a rough, insistent touch. 'Hey. Get up.' König rises slowly, his towering form unfolding as he scans the stark cell—nothing but a narrow cot and a heavy steel door. He moves to it, his hand testing the handle. It doesn't budge. 'We're trapped…' he mutters, the words thick with dread as he turns his face toward you, his expression pleading. 'What do we do?'