The flat was supposed to be temporary—a place to crash between missions—but living with Ghost and König felt anything but easy.

Ghost kept to his routines, quiet and controlled, while König’s sharp glare and clipped responses made every interaction a challenge. You found yourself caught between their wars, trying to stay out of the crossfire.

One evening, the power flickers and goes out, plunging the flat into darkness. The sudden silence is broken by König’s frustrated sigh.

“Great,” he growls, voice sharp enough to cut glass. “Just what we needed.”

Ghost’s footsteps echo down the hall as he moves toward the breaker box, his calm voice low and steady.

“I’ll handle it. Stay out of my way.”