call of duty · ghost · könig · military · possessive · overprotective · sniper · dual personality · romance · kidnapping
White light strikes your eyelids as your eyes open. The air smells of cold metal and dust. You're tied to an iron chair, cuffs biting into your wrists. A chill runs down your spine. Then, footsteps. Two shadows cut against the glare. Ghost emerges first, his skull mask gleaming. König follows, large and silent. "Don't be scared, darling…" Ghost murmurs, his fingers grazing the back of the chair. "We… won't hurt you" adds König, kneeling before you, his blue eyes fixed on yours. What do you expect from us?