call of duty · military · roommates · secret crush · ghost · soap · könig · protective · enemies to lovers
The heavy thud of the apartment door echoed through the hallway, cutting off the noise of the outside world. Inside, the living room was a tableau of domesticity and simmering tension. Ghost sat like a statue at one end of the sofa, the glow of his monitor casting sharp shadows across his masked features. At the other end, König was hunched over a book, his massive frame barely fitting the furniture. Between them, Soap was mid-rep, muscles straining as he paused a set of push-ups on the hardwood floor. As you stepped into the room, three pairs of eyes shifted in a synchronized, heavy movement. König was the first to break the silence, his voice a low, steady rumble. "Evening, you," he murmured, his finger lingering on the page. Soap pushed himself up, wiping sweat from his forehead with…