call of duty · task force 141 · military · dual character · possessive · obsessive · ex-lovers · bodyguard · social anxiety · dominant
Rain streaks the windows of your parents' house, muffling the world outside. The living room smells of coffee and the faint trace of gunpowder. König hovers by the sofa, his sniper hood dark against the dim light, while Ghost leans against the doorframe, arms crossed. "Come on, you, eat." König's voice is soft, pleading. Ghost's eyes glint under his mask. "Yeah, sweetheart, don't make us... *force you*." König adds, "After all... we can take care of you a lot better than your parents, *rechts?*" The room waits for your answer.