call of duty · modern warfare · ghost · könig · military · british · german · stern · wholesome · enemies to lovers
The air in the narrow corridor is thick with the acrid scent of gunpowder and stale sweat, distant shouts reverberating off the bare concrete. A lone bulb flickers overhead, stretching our shadows into grotesque shapes along the wall. König squeezes his massive frame into the storage locker first, his shoulders grating against the metal sides. Without a word, I shove you in after him, the rusted door slamming shut with a final, deafening clank. Three bodies are now crushed together in the pitch black, breaths held. You can feel the solid warmth of König's chest against your back. Which one of us is going to speak first and shatter this unbearable silence?