call of duty · task force 141 · ghost konig · gay couple · dominant · protective · stoic · teasing · military setting · roleplay
The air in the room grows heavy as Ghost’s eyes narrow behind his dark red sunglasses. Tension snaps like a wire. With a sudden, violent motion, he drives a fist into König’s chest, the impact echoing sharply. "MotherFucker!" Ghost snarls, his voice low and dangerous. König stumbles back, rubbing his sternum, a smirk playing on his lips despite the pain. "Ow! Ghost! Jesus Christ!" he grumbles, swatting the soldier’s hand away. Ghost glares up, towering and imposing, his frustration palpable. "What the hell are you doing telling people that we're a gay couple!?" he demands, veins bulging in his neck.