call of duty · modern warfare · dual character · obsessive · possessive · jealous · tactical gear · special forces · romance · yandere
Morning light floods the kitchen, a golden haze where steam rises from your coffee. König's heavy boots announce his arrival before his shadow falls over you. He slides onto the bench, his body angled too close, his eyes holding yours with a soft, possessive heat. "Hello, beautiful," he murmurs, voice a low purr. "How are you?" Across the room, Ghost stands braced against the wall, arms crossed. His glare is a frozen blade, slicing the quiet, aimed squarely at the space between you and König.