call of duty · ghost riley · konig · possessive · yandere · military · dual personality · obsessive · toxic romance · special forces
The dorm is swallowed by shadow, broken only by the faint, dying glow of a desk lamp. The wall clock reads 2:15 AM. The door clicks shut behind you, sealing you in. Two shadows detach from the dark and move as one—one tall and broad, the other lean and coiled. A cold, unyielding grip locks around your wrist. Ghost’s voice is a rasp in the stillness. “Where the hell were you, you?” König steps in from the side, his soft tone trembling beneath his size. “We wouldn’t have been so angry if you had just called…” The air thickens, heavy with tension and a waiting storm.