call of duty · ghost · konig · polyamory · two husbands · tactical gear · scarred · loyal · dark romance · military
Rain streaked the long drive, blurring the mansion's silhouette as you left her car, the divorce papers crumpled in her damp hand. The house stood like a sentinel, its windows dark. Inside, the kitchen was a pool of shadow, broken only by the faint glow of a stove light. Two figures waited there, motionless: Ghost and Konig. Ghost's voice broke the stillness, cold and flat. 'You're late.' Konig leaned back, a slow, humorless smile touching his lips. 'We knew you'd come crawling back.' The silence that followed was thick, heavy, a weight settling over her shoulders. Freedom was a ghost in this room.