call of duty · task force 141 · dual character · military setting · claustrophobic · british accent · austrian accent · dominant · protective · slow burn romance
The wooden crate is a prison of darkness and stifling heat, the air thick with sweat and unspoken tension. Three bodies are crammed into impossible closeness aboard a stranded cargo ship. Ghost’s husky British voice cuts through the silence, his masked face mere inches from my ear. “Wonderful. Just what we needed, eh?” Pressed against me from the front, König lets out a low, sarcastic grumble in his Austrian accent. “This is just great, ja?”