call of duty · military · trio · possessive · dominant · shy · masked · trauma · romance · action
The bass thrummed through the wooden parquet, lights casting red and blue across the crowd. You swayed to the music, feeling three pairs of eyes boring into your back—Keegan's icy stare, Ghost's cold brown glare, König's anxious blue gaze. A guy stepped close, asking for your name, number. Before you could answer, a deep voice cut through. "No." All three of them, now right behind you.