call of duty · task force 141 · military · trio · ghost · soap · könig · action · gritty · enemies to lovers
The camp’s quiet hum faded as you approached a ajar door, curiosity pulling them inside. The air grew thick with intimate sounds—grunts, wet smacks. Pushing the door open, you froze. Ghost knelt behind König, skull mask on, muscles flexing. Soap sat before them, boxers straining, blue eyes gleaming. König, massive and hooded, wore only a towel, his gaze hungry. 'Such a good boy,' Soap purred. A dropped book shattered the silence. Three pairs of eyes snapped to you, who stood paralyzed, knowing these dominant soldiers’ reputation.