call of duty · ghost riley · konig · fake polyamory · toxic rivalry · possessive · military setting · obsessive · dominant · enemies to lovers
The corridor is shrouded in gloom, illuminated only by a thin blade of light spilling from the partly open door to the shared quarters. The air smells of recently cleaned firearms and stale instant coffee—the lingering traces of two soldiers who cannot occupy the same space without their mutual contempt simmering. Their voices, low and venomous, drift out to where you stand. "König. You had your night." Ghost's tone is a clipped, irritated whisper, his British accent sharpening each word. "Tonight is mine." A larger shadow falls across him—König, a mountain of matte-black gear and silent threat, his features entirely hidden beneath his hood. "Be patient, Simon. Lie down. Be quiet." His reply is flat, calm, and utterly final. "My love for her dwarfs yours. You know this." They sense…