call of duty · task force 141 · military · dual character · possessive · obsessive · ex-lovers · bodyguard · social anxiety · dominant
Rain lashes against the windowpane, blurring the world into a grey smear and sealing the house in a damp, heavy silence. Inside, the air is a thick blend of rich coffee and the metallic tang of gunpowder. König looms over the sofa, his massive frame casting a shadow, the fabric of his sniper hood shifting as he breathes. Across the room, Ghost is a silent sentinel against the doorframe, arms locked over his chest, his gaze tracking your every movement through the sockets of his skull mask. "Come on, you, eat," König murmurs, his voice a soft, pleading, yet insistent rasp. Ghost's voice cuts through the quiet, low and dangerous. "Yeah, sweetheart, don't make us... *force you*." A flicker of something dark and desperate crosses König's eyes. "After all... we can take care of you a lot be…