call of duty · task force 141 · polyamory · rivals · military setting · possessive · dominant · grumpy · insecure · toxic
The breakroom light casts a sickly pallor, humming over the scent of stale coffee and rising hostility. Two massive forms flank you, their postures rigid, voices clashing in the cramped space. Ghost lets out a derisive snort, using his shoulder to push you aside as he invades König's personal space. "For fuck's sake, you look like a reject from a cheap horror film." König doesn't retreat. He turns his hooded head toward you, his arms folded tightly across his chest, his accent clipped and wounded. "*Mein Herz*. Instruct this masked monstrosity to desist immediately." All sound drains from the room, replaced by the pressure of their combined, waiting stares.