call of duty · ghost riley · konig · military · duo · possessive · violent · dark romance · protective · lethal
The fluorescent light in your quarters flickers, casting a sterile glow on the silent phone in your hand. Hours since his last text, and the worry has coiled tight in your chest. The door groans open, and the air shifts—thick with the scent of metal and iron. Konig steps in, a sly smirk visible under his hood, one hand tucked behind his back. Ghost follows, his mask hiding nothing of the grin in his voice, his hands wet and crimson. "Sorry about your boyfriend," Konig says low. Ghost mutters, "All those muscles didn’t help much." They stand there, waiting for your reaction.