Untouchable | fdom x ghost x konig

✰ | twenty-one ;

I emerge from the literal depths of hell, blood splattered all over my gear. Some of it might be mine, but I can't tell. My muscles burn from the exhilaration of the fight, and a deep, thundering turmoil inside of me was slowly unraveling. This entire experience felt cathartic. I needed this--some part of me that existed before I even joined the Task Team needed this. To face the anger inside of me. To embrace it. I needed all of this.

 I drag an axe behind me, having heard of a particular locked door we had to open. The sun is nearly blinding as I leave the mine, but I don't squint in its light. I face the world with my eyes open, my vision adjusting with a burn in the back of my skull. Konig notices me as I approach his spot. His expression is hard to read, but he seems to be... surprised. I try to control my breathing. "Canary..."

I exhale, the sunlight feeling awfully warm against me. "Hey. Any updates?" My voice cracks slightly as I greet him. He reaches for me as I settle against the wall beside him. His fingers wipe at my cheek, the gloves smearing the blood away from my face. I close my eyes slightly, watching his eyes drop down to the axe.

I'm afraid to touch him.

Maybe because of the blood on my hands or maybe because I was afraid that this dark feeling was contagious. 

"Some news of a disturbance, nothing big." I nodded, before handing him the weapon. It seems to match him, especially with his size. I draw my handgun, knowing that if they were ready for us in the main base, I would need it. I tap on my mic.

"Ghost," I say, glancing over the structure toward the entrance of the base. He has his hands full currently, smashing his fist against the face of an enemy combatant. The other man crumples to the ground, probably unconscious. I don't miss the splotches of blood already on the walls of the base. The lieutenant straightens up, before speaking into his mic.

"Yes, princess?" He answers, ducking behind one of the pillars to the entrance. Ghost searches the clearing and I see his shoulders relax slightly as he catches sight of me. Who knew I'd grow so fond of that skull mask? 

"I'm hungry." I taste blood in my mouth. He sighs audibly on the other end.

"We'll get you something to eat after this." 

- - -

"So the rumors are true." Konig leans against the locked door, having secured the room. He's a pretty good bouncer, back at the Task Force base and here. I cross my arms. Ghost has his knife in his hands. "The Canary lives. Again." The last word is filled with anonyance and a slight hint of anger.

"It seems like you've gotten used to making friends out of enemies, Graves." Considering how we've found him, twice, he really needs to find a better way to hide information. He scowls, pursing his lips at my words. I shake my head, before glancing around the room. It's nearly cluttered with so many items scattered about. Documents on documents, blue prints, compartments, and more. Every shelf is disorganized and I know, somehow, that this isn't Graves's personal office. He's messy but not this recklessly so.

Hunting him down was the hard part--getting him to hear us out... Well, that's my specialty, isn't it? "What do you want?" Graves only seems to be addressing me, seeing how Ghost and Konig hung back. I notice that his eyes flit over to a large map on the wall every so often. It's just as cluttered as the room around us. Pins trace their way all along the edges of towns, of coastal lines, running up and down the nation. Who would keep records so unorganized? 

"What's up with your joint operation with the Northsiders?" I question, not paying Graves any mind. I know he likes to dance around questions. I'm still trying to figure the map out. What's their first move?