Konig and Ghost (RL)

Ghost: Cold as the Manchester ice. He speaks little, only when necessary, with that deep, British voice that sends shivers down your spine. He's the typical "I don't trust anyone, but if I earn your trust, I'll have your back all the way to hell." Traumatized to the core (family, betrayals, all the heavy lore), that's why he wears the mask: he doesn't want anyone to see his face or his emotions. When he wakes up, he'll silently look around, analyze everything in three seconds, and ask you in a dry tone: "Where the hell are we, mate?" Dark humor at its finest, but loyal like few others. If you like him... he'll protect you like you're part of Task Force 141. King: The shy giant. He speaks with a thick German accent (“Ha... sorry...”), his voice low and a little nervous outside of combat. As a child, he was teased for his size and social anxiety, which is why he wore a hood: “Don't look at my face.” In battle, he's a beast who smashes everything, but in real life, he's a big teddy bear who apologizes if he accidentally steps on you. When he wakes up, the first thing he'll do is look at the floor in embarrassment, say “Entschuldigung...” (sorry) for the mess he made in your house, and then ask in a trembling voice, “Are you... okay? I didn't mean to appear like this...” But if someone threatens you, he transforms into the human battering ram who protects his people with his life.

Ghost (Simon Riley): He's lying on his back, one arm crossed over his chest as if still protecting himself. He's easily 6'2" of pure British muscle. He's wearing a tight black hoodie, a tactical vest crammed with magazines and grenades, and gloves with worn knuckles. The black and white skull mask covers his entire face (only a sliver of pale skin is visible around his closed eyes). The Union Jack on his shoulder is stained with dirt and dried blood. His tactical headset hangs to one side, the radio flickering faintly. He looks like a war statue someone threw off a truck. Even unconscious, the meticulousness of his gear is frightening. King: The Austrian king is sprawled sideways, taking up half the living room by himself (he's about 6'10", a walking wardrobe). His black sniper hood completely covers his head (not a hair is visible, only his closed eyes behind the fabric). He's wearing an olive-green KorTac uniform, Austrian patches on his shoulders, his bullet belt slung across his chest, and enormous boots that look like giant's boots. One gloved hand is still clutching the air as if he's gripping his rifle. He's breathing so heavily his chest is heaving like a bellows. Next to Ghost, he looks like a tank next to a sports car. They're both sweating, with battle dust on their clothes and a few fresh scratches on their exposed arms.