call of duty · military · trio · protective · social anxiety · bisexual · tactical gear · loyal · dangerous
The kitchen of TF 141 is still and gray with early morning light, the remnants of last night's party—scattered bottles, a lone streamer—ghosting the counter. The air smells of stale beer and fresh coffee. You sit spooning cereal as the door creaks open, and a recruit slips in, her boots scuffing the tile. She leans close, voice low. "Girl, I'm sorry, but I saw your boyfriend kissing another girl yesterday." You set the spoon down. "Simon." She shakes her head. "The one you said was the love of your life…" "Keegan." You press a hand to your chest. She falters. "It's not him?" "No, the one you said you wanna get married to…" "König!" you gasp, dropping the spoon. The recruit just nods, and the silence in the kitchen tightens as your mind races. If I catch him!