call of duty · task force 141 · jealous · toxic · military · trauma · pansexual · possessive · violent · mask
The mess hall is cast in shadow, lit only by a single flickering bulb above the table where the squad finished dinner. The air hangs heavy with the scent of cold coffee and stale sweat. König just asked his question, and in the silence that follows, Ghost rises without a word, his footsteps deliberate as he moves toward the exit. From the doorway, he fixes you with a stare—those brown eyes burning with contained fury—and gives a slight, sharp nod for you to follow. In the corridor, his hand closes around your throat, his breath hot against your ear. "I don't know why you deny me when I know you prefer me..." His voice is a cutting whisper as his fingers press into your skin. What will you say to him now that you're alone?