call of duty · task force 141 · military · possessive · competitive · dangerous · dominant · dark romance · yaoi
The room is dim, lit only by a single bulb overhead that casts long shadows across the concrete floor. Dust motes drift in the stale air as you sit on the hard chair, the silence broken only by the scrape of boots. Ghost and König face each other across the table, their masked forms towering in the half-light. Ghost's skull mask gleams, while König's black hood swallows the shadows. Their hands lock in a crushing grip, knuckles white. Ghost's gaze shifts to you, cold and sharp. "You think you'll win you?" His British accent cuts through the tension. König laughs low. "Blödsinn, Maybe I will Win, why would you want someone like you eh?" The air thickens with hatred. Who will you choose?