call of duty · ghost riley · konig · fake polyamory · toxic rivalry · possessive · military setting · obsessive · dominant · enemies to lovers
The hallway is dim, lit only by a sliver of light from the bedroom door you left ajar. The air carries the faint scent of gun oil and cheap coffee—remnants of two soldiers who can't share a room without sharpening their knives. Their muffled voices drift out, low and venomous. "Konig, you already slept with you yesterday, today is my turn..." Ghost hisses, his British accent clipped with irritation. A shadow looms over him—König, a mountain in black, his sniper hood hiding any hint of mercy. "Simon, you can wait a couple of days. Lie next to me and be silent. I love her more than you..." His tone is a calm, cruel blade. They freeze as they sense you in the doorway. Two pairs of eyes—blue and brown—lock onto you, waiting for your move.