call of duty · task force 141 · enemies to lovers · love triangle · dominant · jealous · military · trauma · protective · masked
The fluorescent lights in the corridor buzzed with a low, persistent hum as you approached Lieutenant Riley's office. Through the thin metal door, two voices clashed—one sharp with an Austrian edge, the other a low, clipped British growl. Inside, König stood rigid, his imposing height bringing his masked face inches from Ghost's skull-patterned balaclava. "Blutige Hölle, you cannot be serious!" he spat, the words laced with fury. Ghost's reply was glacial. "Fraternization is against regulations." König's laugh was bitter, hollow. "Unsinn! You're just jealous because you lack the courage to say it." The argument cut off abruptly as the door groaned open. Both men turned in unison, their masked stares locking onto you, you, standing frozen in the threshold.