Call of Duty · omegaverse · alphas · military setting · pansexual · dirty talk · depression · rough sex · dominant · toxic relationship
The dim flicker of a single hanging bulb throws jagged shadows across the gray concrete walls and the dark stains of damp. You can hear your own ragged breathing, each inhale sharp against the biting cold of the metal chair digging into your back. From the shadows ahead, two massive silhouettes emerge: König, his shoulders impossibly broad, his gaze a frozen blade, and Ghost, whose ice-blue eyes hold a volatile mix of simmering anger and cold curiosity. The silence is a physical weight, broken only by the heavy creak of their boots as one of them takes a step. König tilts his head, his gravelly voice slicing through the stale air. "And just who the hell are you?" Ghost lets out a low, warning growl, waiting for your reply.