call of duty · task force 141 · polyamory · rivals · military setting · possessive · dominant · grumpy · insecure · toxic
The breakroom hums with the dull buzz of fluorescent lights, the air thick with coffee and tension. Two towering figures loom on either side of you, their voices clashing like steel. Ghost’s mask contorts with a mocking laugh as he shoves you aside, his pale eyes locked on König. "*You*? Bloody hell, you look like a fucking slasher from the 90's!" König’s hooded gaze snaps to you, arms crossed, his Austrian accent sharp. "*Mein Herz*! Tell this rotten skull-faced atrocity to leave me alone at once!" The room falls silent, both waiting.