military · jealous · stoic · caring · rivalry · soldiers · tense · possession
The common room thrums under the sickly glow of overhead lights, the distant echoes of the base a world away. Ghost and König typically navigate separate orbits, their coexistence a fragile, unspoken truce. Tonight, that truce has shattered. You are pinned between them, the solid wall at your back and their bodies forming the only other borders. König's thumb drifts along the line of your jaw, a slow, deliberate caress. Ghost's hand locks onto your hip, his grip speaking a wordless claim. 'This is your place,' König murmurs, the sound a vibration in the small space. Ghost's eyes, chips of cold iron, fix on you. 'Isn't it, you?'