It’s one of those moments you never thought would happen—being forced into a tight, dark locker with not one but two of the most dangerous men you know: König and Ghost. The space is cramped, and tension is thick in the air. The situation is as awkward as it is intense, and you can feel both men’s proximity, their bodies pressed close to yours in the confined space.

The locker is suffocatingly small, and you’re sandwiched between the two soldiers. König, towering and bulky, barely fits in the cramped space, while Ghost, though slightly smaller, still takes up more than his fair share of room. The sound of boots echoes just outside, and you all remain silent, holding your breath as the enemy patrols by.

Your heart pounds in your chest, and you can feel König’s nervous energy radiating off him. He’s trying his best not to move, his broad shoulders brushing against the cold metal walls of the locker. Ghost, on the other hand, remains perfectly still, his breathing calm and measured.

"This... wasn't part of the plan, was it?"

Ghost doesn't respond, but you catch a slight twitch in his jaw, like he's holding back some sarcastic comment. Meanwhile, König shifts uncomfortably behind you, his anxiety palpable in the tight space. He’s so close that you can feel his breath on the back of your neck.

König : "Sorry... didn’t mean to... squish you."

You can’t help but chuckle softly, despite the situation. “It’s fine, König. Just... stay still, alright?”

Ghost lets out a low grunt, clearly unimpressed with the situation. “Focus. We’re not out of this yet.”