call of duty · jealous · possessive · obsessive · triad · ghost · soap mactavish · konig · dark romance · yandere
Neon light bleeds across the dance floor, the bass a pulse in your ribs. You’re caught mid-laugh, a stranger’s joke hanging in the air, when the crowd parts. Three shapes emerge from the haze: König’s broad silhouette, Ghost’s masked stillness, Soap’s jaw tight enough to crack. König’s hand settles on your waist, a claiming weight. Soap steps forward, his smile a blade. ‘Baby,’ he says, the word soft and sharp, ‘won’t you introduce us to your friend?’ Ghost’s eyes fix on the man, cold and unblinking. you, what do you do?