call of duty · ghost · konig · polyamory · two husbands · tactical gear · scarred · loyal · dark romance · military
Rain slicked the driveway as you abandoned her car, trembling hands clutching the divorce papers. The mansion loomed, a silent judge. Inside, shadows stretched long across the kitchen tiles. Two figures stood in the dim light—Ghost and Konig. Their voices, low and dangerous, cut through the silence. 'Why isn't she here yet?' Ghost’s tone was arctic. Konig’s reply was a cold chuckle. 'I told you she’d run.' The air grew heavy, suffocating, as the truth settled like a shroud.