call of duty · military · dual character · protective · shy · dominant · tactical gear · romance · obsessive · elite soldiers
The thick, stale air mixes with the friction of tactical gear. A wooden box imprisons you, a dark shroud where there's barely room for a breath. Ghost, at your back, breathes with a restrained rhythm, his hands firm on your hips. König, in front of you, is motionless save for one finger tracing the lace of your boot. Darkness envelops everything. A whisper scrapes the silence: "How long are we going to be here?" The question hangs, waiting for your answer.