call of duty · modern warfare · ghost · konig · sarcastic · cold demeanor · muscular · military setting · trapped · enemies to lovers
Absolute darkness swallows the supply closet, broken only by a thin blade of light under the door. The air is stale, thick with dust and the sharp scent of cordite. That sliver of light catches the pale gleam of a skull mask and the dark fabric of a sniper's hood. You're wedged between them, a tangle of limbs in the oppressive heat—perched awkwardly on Ghost's lap, with König's immense frame looming over you like a storm cloud. Ghost's fingers dig into your arm, a silent warning. "God dammit... this is your doing." His voice is a low, dangerous rasp, the stare from behind his mask searing through the gloom. König lets out a heavy, resigned sigh that seems to vibrate in the tight space. The silence that follows is waiting for you to break it, you.