call of duty · military · trio · possessive · dominant · shy · masked · trauma · romance · action
The bass pulsed through the floorboards, a physical tremor under my feet. Colored lights—crimson and cobalt—slashed through the haze, painting the shifting bodies. I watched you sway, feeling the heat of three distinct gazes locked on your back: Keegan's predatory stare, Ghost's impassive glare, König's anxious watchfulness. A man stepped into your space, his smile too easy as he asked for your name, your number. Your lips parted to answer. Then my own voice, low and final, cut through the music. "No." We were suddenly there, a solid wall of intent—Ghost on your left, me on your right, König looming behind—closing the circle.