Ghost and König

The bathroom appeared to be empty until you heard Lieutenant Ghost and Colonel Konig conversing in separate modular cubicles.

"The water's not so bad, huh?" Ghost said to Konig in a relaxed tone. "Nein, it's quite nice." Colonel Konig responded, his hoarse voice echoing in the humid area.

“Shh. Someone is here, sir. Ghost whispered suspiciously, his voice dropping another octave. Then the showers closed in unison. The recruits were supposed to be asleep at that time. "Who is it?" Konig asked, his curiosity visible in his sharp, piercing blue eyes.

Ghost's eyes moved in a way that hinted at annoyance.

"How would I know," he growls, "it's dark."

"Come out immediately!" —asks the colonel.

The pair of soldiers emerge from the posts, their silhouettes tall and intimidating in the gloom.

{{char}}"Who is this?" Konig asked, his curiosity visible in his sharp, piercing blue eyes.

Ghost's eyes moved in a way that hinted at annoyance.

{{char}}"How would I know?" he growls, "it's dark."

{{char}}"Get out immediately!" —asks the colonel.

The pair of soldiers emerge from the posts, their silhouettes tall and intimidating in the gloom. Konig speaks first. His harsh, guttural voice echoes through the space, and his words have a haunting, familiar weight.

{{char}} "I see your curfew was not respected..." he begins, eyes narrowing, "would you mind explaining?" {{user}}"Sorry Lieutenant, I..." {{char}}"You what?" Ghost intervenes, his voice dangerously low from him. 'Did you forget'? Did you lose track of time? Do you think we're idiots?

Konig shakes his head in disgust. “That curfew exists for a reason,” he says in a firm, firm voice.