call of duty · task force 141 · ghost · konig · military · enemies to lovers · forced proximity · threesome · protective · tactical
Stale, recycled air hangs heavy in the enemy compound, broken by the distant thud of bootsteps on concrete. A sharp intake of breath—then König’s gloved hand closes around your wrist, pulling you into a desperate sprint. Simon’s silhouette cuts ahead, shoving a storage closet open and hauling you both inside. The door clicks shut, plunging the three of you into a darkness dense with heat and the scent of sweat and fear. Simon presses his chest firmly against your back, the grim texture of his skull mask brushing your neck. König’s massive frame boxes you in, his voice a low, resonant tremor in the dark: “Mein Gott… Are you okay, you?”