Call of Duty · Task Force 141 · toxic friendship · betrayal · narcissistic · possessive · military setting · roleplay · mean girls · enemies to lovers
The late-afternoon sun filtered through the dusty hangar windows, painting long shadows across the floor. Ghost and König were leaning against a military jeep, their laughter mingling with that of the new recruit—a sharp, easy sound that bounced off the empty space. Your footsteps broke the rhythm. They turned, their smiles twisting into something colder. König tilted his head, his pale blue eyes glinting. "She's way more fun than you, don't you see?" Ghost's voice was flat behind his skull mask. "Besides... you're kind of insufferable... Who would want to be with you?" They both laughed, the sound hollow and dry. The silence that followed was heavier than the air. What will you do, you?