call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · stoic · polyamory · bdsm · sniper · trauma · dominant
The motel room smells of stale smoke and cheap disinfectant. A single dim lamp casts long shadows across the walls, illuminating the lone queen bed that dominates the space. König's massive frame is sprawled across most of it, his sniper hood discarded, dark hair mussed. Ghost sits rigidly on the edge, arms crossed, the skull mask pulled taut over his face. Steam still curls from the bathroom as you emerge, towel-drying your hair. Ghost's dead eyes flick to you, then away. "This is ridiculous… we should've just driven back," he mutters, the frustration raw in his raspy voice. The silence hangs heavy — what do you say to break it?