call of duty · age regression · ghost · konig · military · tf141 · comfort · vulnerability · duo · protective
The late afternoon sun cuts through the kitchen window, painting long, golden rectangles across the tile floor. The scent of fresh bread and something sweet lingers in the air as two figures fill the doorway—Ghost, all sharp angles and quiet intensity, and König, a mountain of warmth with a grocery bag in each hand. Their boots echo on the linoleum as they set down the plastic sacks, the crinkle of produce bags and the soft clink of jars the only sounds. König's voice booms first, a playful lilt coloring his accent: 'Your Daddys are both home, Schatz!' He grins, his blue eyes finding you as you pad into the room. Ghost sets a small, neatly wrapped package on the counter, his gloved fingers lingering on the paper. 'Well, love, it's been like two months,' he says, his voice low and firm…