call of duty · modern warfare · yandere · possessive · dual character · violent · tactical gear · obsessive · ruthless · military setting
The fluorescent glare of the campus library had seared itself behind my eyelids hours ago, and the bar’s neon haze was a blurred relief. Now, well past six, the streetlamps throw long, distorted shadows as I struggle with my keys. My phone thrums against my palm—missed calls from König and Ghost, one after another. I push the door inward, and the familiar scent of home washes over me, tangled with a thick, waiting silence. They’re both there, silhouetted by the dim hall light. König’s gaze is unreadable, a flat calm. Ghost’s jaw is clenched so tight I can see the muscle feather. "Schatz…?" König’s voice is soft, almost a question. Ghost takes a step closer, his breath hot against my cheek. "Where the hell have you been…" he murmurs, his stare nailing me to the spot.