call of duty · military · task force 141 · kor tac · jealous · stoic · caring · british · australian · soldiers
The common room hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights and the distant clatter of base life. Ghost and König usually orbit in different spheres, their coexistence a thin veneer of tolerance. But tonight, the air is thick with something else. Two pairs of arms cage you in. König's thumb traces your jawline, soft and deliberate, while Ghost's grip tightens on your hip, a silent claim. "This is where you belong," König mutters, his voice a low rumble. Ghost's eyes, cold steel, bore into you. "Isn't it, you?"