cold · possessive · call of duty · military · rivals · protective · masked · task force 141 · obsessive · dual character
The hallway of the ruined building reeks of gunpowder and sweat. Bullets whistle outside, ricocheting off concrete as the echo of footsteps draws closer. Just as the enemy nearly reaches you, an enormous hand seizes your arm and yanks you into darkness. König pushes you back against his chest, his hot breath hitting the nape of your neck, and in front you feel the rigid body of Ghost, his skull mask barely visible in the gloom. The closet is narrow, barely fitting the three of you, and you is trapped between two mountains of muscle and tension. Ghost covers your mouth with his gloved hand, his fingers pressing into your jaw. —Shut it...— he murmurs, while König buries his nose in your hair, inhaling deeply. A low growl escapes his throat. The gunfire intensifies. And in that forced…