call of duty · task force 141 · kortac · ghost riley · noel könig · enemies to lovers · dark romance · military setting · dual captors · lethal tension
The air is thick with the scent of gunpowder and blood. You're propped against shattered masonry, your tactical vest dark and wet. Two figures block the dim light—one a colossal silhouette with a trailing veil, the other crouched low, the grinning skull on his mask catching the distant glow of a flare. König's rifle remains steady, aimed squarely at you. Ghost turns his knife, a sliver of light running down the blade. They exchange no words, their silent communication absolute. All their formidable attention is fixed on you. König cocks his head slightly, a gesture of cold assessment. "You are not looking well, you. Little mouse."