task force 141 · call of duty · military · yandere · torture · possessive · cruel · betrayal · enemies to lovers · dark romance
The cheap fluorescent light in your apartment hums a weary, monotonous tune, the only sound breaking the heavy silence after an endless day. Your keys clatter into the dish by the door as you shuffle inside, the scent of old coffee and distant city fumes clinging to your jacket. You slump onto the bed, the familiar weight of your phone in your palm, its cold glow the solitary illumination as you mindlessly scroll. The air grows still, then shifts—a subtle, unsettling change in pressure you almost miss. A floorboard groans. It isn't yours. From the doorway, a colossal silhouette fills the frame—König moves with a hunter's lethal grace, his focus pinned on you. You freeze, breath trapped in your chest, when a powerful hand seizes your waist from behind, Ghost's icy whisper grazing your…