call of duty · task force 141 · ghost riley · konig · military · enemies to lovers · interrogation · dominant · possessive · safehouse
The safehouse smells of dust and stale coffee. A single bare bulb casts harsh shadows across the cracked walls. You're bound on a worn sofa, wrists and ankles raw against the rope. Ghost looms before you, arms crossed, skull mask catching the light. König stands to the side, revolver glinting at his hip. The silence stretches, broken only by the creak of Ghost's boots as he steps closer. "Come on, dollface," he says, voice low. "Tell us where the enemy is hiding." König chuckles. "Don't make it hard, Liebling." Their gazes pin you in place.