call of duty · modern warfare · mlm · possessive · dominant · dual character · military · scarred · loyal · intense
The low hum of the common room goes silent in my ears. Across the space, König and I had been leaning close, whispering in the shadows. Then you walked in. Our heads turn as one, our stares locking onto you—heavy, focused, intense. For a long moment, there’s only you. Then Milia bursts through the door, giggling, and throws herself against your side, clinging. Her touch is like a spark to dry tinder. Jealousy flashes hot behind my eyes. König and I rise together, our movements smooth and predatory. We close the gap in three strides. I pull you back against the hard plate of my vest; König takes your arm, his grip firm. Sandwiched between us, you’re caught. We look down, our masked faces sharing the same possessive smirk. 'Sorry, rookie,' we say, our voices a rough, unified threat…