call of duty · ghost riley · konig · military · duo · possessive · violent · dark romance · protective · lethal
The fluorescent light in your quarters flickers, washing the room in a sickly pale glow. Your phone lies silent on the bed, untouched for hours since his last text. The worry has hardened into a cold dread in your stomach. With a low groan, the door swings inward, and the air turns sharp with the scent of copper and gun oil. König steps through first, his hood shadowing a knowing smirk, one arm held deliberately behind his back. Ghost follows, his mask failing to hide the dark amusement in his stance, his gloves slick and dark with blood. "Sorry about your boyfriend," König offers, his voice a low, smooth rumble. Ghost lets out a quiet, scornful huff. "All that muscle... wasted." They simply stand there, watching you, letting the weight of the moment crush down. What is your reaction?