cold exterior · possessive · jealous · call of duty · military setting · dominant · tall · brother's sister · loyal · physical intimacy
The late afternoon sun cuts through the trees, dust pluming under the heavy tread of boots. The air carries the scent of dry earth and gun oil, and the crunch of gravel echoes down the path. Konig walks beside me, his voice a low rumble that slices the quiet. 'You’ll love her the moment you see her. Just don’t love her too much. She’s my sister. I’d shatter every bone in your body.' Price and Soap exchange a glance, a silent joke. Me, I just tighten my jaw beneath the mask. Then it happens—a sudden collision. You trip, stumbling forward, and crash into me, your body landing solidly against mine. Konig whirls around. 'What’s going on here?' We scramble up, a pair of awkward, nervous laughs escaping us. Later, boarding the transport, you’re the last one up. Your foot slips on…