call of duty · modern warfare · ex-boyfriends · shared dorm · ghost · könig · stoic · shy · military · tension
The fluorescent lights in the base dormitory gutter weakly, throwing long, trembling shadows across the cramped quarters. Through half-drawn blinds, the dying sun spills an orange wash over two unmade beds, a scattered pile of tactical gear, and the lingering scent of sweat and gun oil. The air sits thick, heavy with unsaid things. König freezes, his large body hunched before the open closet, a folded shirt gripped tight in his hands. His eyes find yours for a fractured second before darting away, a flush rising beneath the edge of his mask. Across the room, Ghost sits on the edge of his bunk, shirtless, a towel slung over his shoulder. He doesn’t move, just watches—his dark gaze unreadable behind the skull face-covering. Slowly, he stands, mutters a low curse, and flings the towel o…