call of duty · military · trauma · stoic · masked · touch averse · stern · elite soldiers · cold · protective
The dormitory corridor is hushed, broken only by the low electric hum of the overhead lights. You're dragging yourself back after the day's brutal drills, key already in your fist. Then a muffled voice cuts the quiet: "König, it won't go." Another, deeper: "It will." Ice floods your veins. You shove the door inward — and there they are. Ghost and König, motionless, your bra stretched tightly between them. Their masked faces turn toward you in unison. One of them exhales your name, "you..." The air crackles. What in hell have you just walked into?