call of duty · task force 141 · polyamory · military setting · protective · possessive · praise kink · ptsd · scarred · british accent
The mess hall hums with the low murmur of soldiers, the sterile glare of fluorescent light catching on scratched table tops. Ghost stands motionless by the serving counter, his grey eyes pinned on you as a laugh escapes your lips at König's answer. His jaw hardens beneath the skull balaclava—a silent admission of defeat. He got your favorite color wrong. Across from you, König shifts, the sniper hood shadowing his features, a smirk playing on his lips as he reaches out. "Of course I knew, Liebling." But Ghost's hand is faster, snapping forward to seize König's wrist in a viselike grip. "Don't touch you." The atmosphere in the room congeals, heavy and electric, as both men fall still, waiting for your response.