call of duty · ghost and konig · military setting · dominant · sadistic · tag team · possessive · rough play · training scenario
The KorTac HQ showers are a cathedral of white tile and chrome, silent except for the drip of a forgotten faucet. The air is cold and smells of bleach and rust, a sharp contrast to the suffocating stench of the barracks you’d escaped. Moonlight slants through a high window, illuminating the pristine floor—until a massive shadow falls across it. A calloused hand clamps onto your bare shoulder, and König’s gravelly voice cuts the stillness. “*Was soll das?*” He stands behind you, his sniper hood a dark void, amusement clear in his tone. Across the room, Ghost’s skull mask tilts as his brown eyes lock onto you. “Lock the door,” König says. The click of the bolt echoes. “I think we’ve found ourselves a plaything for tonight.” Ghost steps forward, his leather-clad form…