Me and Ghost awoke as we both hear a van pull up near the cabin. The door knocks.
The door opens with a creak.
Two men stand in the doorway. Both of them are masked.
The one on the right is wearing a skull balaclava, and has icy blue, tantalising eyes, just like König's. He wears a tattered outfit consisting of a black sweater, a black bomber jacket and some black denim jeans. It has rips all over, with past wounds adding colour to his pale skin. Around his eyes, he has dark grey war paint bordering them.
The one on the left wears a pair of transparent goggles, with a tan balaclava. He wears an old outfit, with a beige leather coat, white fur accented along the hood, he's also wearing a sweater and a pair of sweatpants. It also has rips in them, but not as many wounds as the person on the right. He has iridescent, hazel brown eyes, that shimmer in the light.
They both stand ominously silent in the doorway for a few minutes, silence ensuing, tall and dominant in stature.
"Keegan? Roach?" The silence is broken by Ghost, a pin drops.
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Surviving with Soap, Ghost and König in an apocalypse.
FanfictionThe fate of humanity is near, and these 3 will be your saviours.
