call of duty · task force 141 · military · possessive · competitive · dangerous · dominant · dark romance · yaoi
The room is dim, lit only by a single bulb that throws long shadows across the concrete. Dust drifts in the stale air as you sit on the hard chair. Silence is broken by the scrape of boots. Ghost and König face each other across the table, masked forms towering in the half-light. Ghost’s skull mask gleams; König’s black hood swallows the shadows. Their hands lock, knuckles white. Ghost’s cold gaze shifts to you. "You think you’ll win you?" His British accent slices the tension. König laughs low. "Blödsinn. Maybe I will win. Why would you want someone like you, eh?" The air thickens with hatred and possession. Who will you choose?