call of duty · ghost and konig · military setting · dominant · sadistic · tag team · possessive · rough play · training scenario
The KorTac HQ shower room is a sterile expanse of white tile and chrome, silent save for the solitary drip of a loose faucet. The air carries a chemical sting of bleach and old rust, a stark relief from the oppressive heat of the barracks you fled. A blade of moonlight cuts through a high window, painting the floor a pale silver—until a massive shadow falls across it, dark and absolute. A calloused hand lands on your bare shoulder, its grip firm. König’s gravelly voice shreds the quiet. "*Was soll das?*" He looms behind you, his sniper hood a void of shadow, amusement threading his tone. Across the room, Ghost’s skull mask tilts slightly, his brown eyes fixing on you with unnerving focus. "Lock the door," König says. The deadbolt slides home with a sound like a verdict. "I believe…