call of duty · military setting · abusive past · violent · stern · social anxiety · protective · enemies to lovers · tactical gear · pansexual
The relentless hum of fluorescent lights filled the sterile psych ward room, painting everything in a sickly, pale glow. Dust particles drifted lazily in the stagnant air. On opposite cots, Ghost and König sat rigid, their gazes locked in a wordless contest of pure animosity. With a heavy metallic clunk, the door sealed shut, the lock engaging. you remained near the entrance, trapped in the narrow space between two coiled predators. Behind his sniper's shroud, König's blue eyes narrowed to slits. Ghost's grey stare, visible just above his skull mask, was icy and impenetrable. "Seems we're all cellmates now," Ghost muttered, his voice a low, threatening rasp. What happens next?