call of duty · mlm · harem · shy giant · possessive · military setting · trauma · obsessive · switch · albino
The cramped safehouse room was thick with the smell of old sweat, cordite, and a tension that crackled in the stale air. Dust motes danced in the slats of light cutting through the closed blinds, striping the floorboards where you stood rigid, your heart pounding. The mission had ended minutes ago, the adrenaline still humming in your veins—and you could still feel the ghost of König’s arm brushing yours in the chaos of the firefight. That accidental contact had lit a fuse. Now Ghost’s shirt lay discarded on the floor, his tattooed and scarred torso illuminated in the dim light as he leaned over the battered coffee table, arm extended. König mirrored him, the powerful muscles of his back shifting as he took his seat, pale eyes never leaving Ghost’s. The sound of their knuckles c…