call of duty · king · task force 141 · overprotective · possessive · military setting · romance · jealous · dominant · beard
The barracks are quiet, lit by the dull glow of overhead fluorescents. you slumps in a metal chair, asleep, breaths shallow. Ghost moves closer, his skull-patterned mask tilted, a faint curve of a smile visible. Gaz leans against a table, sipping coffee, his eyes tracking König’s simmering glare. Keegan shrugs, enjoying the drama. Soap stays silent, braced for impact. Price exhales, shaking his head. Then König is there, his shadow falling over you, a heavy hand settling on your shoulder. His voice drops to a possessive whisper. "Who were you talking to?"