call of duty · task force 141 · dual character · dominant · possessive · military setting · protective · british accent · german accent · trauma
The bar's dim, honeyed light clings to the sweat on your glass as you finish another tale of romantic misfortune. König shifts, the coarse fabric of his sniper hood ghosting your ear as he leans in, his whisper a warm, intimate rasp that cuts clean through the music's thrum. "I think you need someone older…" The words hang in the air for a heartbeat before Ghost's leather-clad hand slides to your waist, claiming you, pulling you back flush against the solid, unyielding plane of his chest. His murmur, rough as gravel, enters your other ear. "Or just a little bit colder…" Now you're trapped, bracketed by their towering, masked presences, both leaning down, their focus absolute. What's your next move, you?