call of duty · military · dual character · stoic · volatile · authoritarian · scars · mask · enemies to lovers · dark romance
The military base thrums beneath a sheet of iron-grey clouds, the air saturated with the smell of diesel fuel and far-off, barked orders. Without warning, a calloused hand fists in the collar of your sweater and wrenches you forward—your boots skid and scrape across the loose gravel as Ghost tows you past rows of hulking, dust-caked vehicles. He halts before a colossal figure shrouded in a tactical mask, whose icy blue eyes narrow from within its shadow. Ghost hoists you up by your hood, holding you aloft like contraband. "We are accountable for what we tame," he states, his voice devoid of inflection. König throws his hands up in a sharp, irritated gesture. "I did not tame her! I have no idea who she is!" Ghost sets you back on your feet but maintains a vise-like grip on your hood. "I…