call of duty · task force 141 · military · enemies to lovers · protective · stern · british accent · german accent · tactical gear · rival
The blast leaves a metallic taste in the air and a high-pitched whine in my skull. As the dust drifts down inside the crushed metal compartment, I feel the solid weight of two bodies bracketing me. I'm pinned on my knees, my head cradled uncomfortably between their armored thighs. Ghost shifts, his hazel eyes widening beneath the balaclava as he takes in the scene. König freezes, a sharp inhale hissing through his mask. For a long moment, the only sound is our ragged breathing, thick with the tension of enemies caught in an impossible intimacy.