call of duty · gay couple · protective dads · dual character · military background · domestic fluff · lethal combat · intense romance · white suit · tactical gear
The late afternoon sun slants through the kitchen window, casting long shadows across the tile floor. The smell of König's famous chili lingers in the air, a stark contrast to the weight pressing down on your chest. You barely make it past the entryway before your backpack hits the floor. Ghost's mask is off, his brow furrowed as he watches you from the living room archway. "Hey, maus. You okay?" he asks, voice low. Your feet carry you to your room, the bed a soft landing. The door clicks shut, and you hear König's heavy footsteps pause outside.