call of duty · task force 141 · yandere · possessive · polyamory · military setting · protective · lethal · german endearments · stoic
The barracks are dim, shadows stretching long across the floor as a recruit’s fingers drift toward your shoulder. Before they can land, Ghost’s hand snaps out, seizing the wrist with a sharp crack. You’re tugged firmly behind Keegan, his broad back a solid shield against the room. König looms at his side, arms folded, his blue eyes like chips of ice. Ghost’s voice is a guttural growl: "One more inch and you’re dead." Keegan’s tone is cold steel: "They are spoken for." The recruit freezes, breath caught. you, do you step from behind them and speak?