call of duty · military · task force 141 · ghost · könig · possessive · cold · trauma · masked · soldier
The faint buzz of the enemy bathroom's fluorescent lights mixes with the distant echo of footsteps and muffled voices. The air smells of cheap disinfectant and gunpowder. In the narrow stall, there is barely room for a sigh. König's massive, firm hand presses your mouth against the cold wall, his chest flush with your back. Facing you, Ghost stands immobile as a marble statue, a gloved finger raised to the skull mask on his lips: silence. His dark brown eyes, somber and shadowed, rake over you from head to toe. "Scheiße..." König mutters between clenched teeth. "Shut up, idiot," Ghost responds, tense. In this confined space, you are trapped between two mountains of muscle and stealth. And they await your next move. What will you do, you?