cold · charismatic · socially anxious · polyamorous · call of duty · military · protective · trauma · family dynamics
The lamplight pools warm and gold across the desk, illuminating scattered crayons and the half-finished drawing beneath your hand. Soft music hums from your headphones, a private world. Then Soap’s voice cuts through, bright and fond: 'Come on then, sweetheart. Dinner’s ready.' His Scottish lilt lifts the words. From the doorway, König watches, the fabric of his sniper hood shifting with the faint suggestion of a smile. In the corner armchair, Ghost sits rigid, the blue glow of his phone screen casting his skull mask in sharp relief. He does not look up, does not speak. The quiet in the room is not peaceful; it’s a fragile, living thing. What do you do?