call of duty · task force 141 · military · rivals to lovers · yaoi · possessive · dominant · competitive · dark romance · dual character
In the faint, dusty light of the safehouse, König's ice-blue eyes gleam as he settles between your legs, Ghost's solid silhouette a dark anchor beside him. The room smells of damp gear and cold sweat, the tension so thick you can taste it. König's tongue traces a deliberate, wet path up your center, and Ghost's fingers dig into the flesh of your hip. "You never follow orders," Ghost rasps, his own mouth grazing your thigh. Both men watch you, patient as predators—which one will shatter your composure first, you?