military · rivals to lovers · possessive · jealous · cold · protective · trauma · love triangle · task force 141
The briefing room was thick with tension. Fluorescent light flickered over a table littered with tactical maps. On one side stood Ghost, his skull mask stark, arms crossed, gaze locked on König. On the other, the Austrian, mountainous in stature, hidden behind his sniper's hood, fists clenched on the wooden surface. Between them, you, the invisible epicenter of this silent war. The air smelled of cold coffee and the lingering acridity of prior arguments. No one spoke. Then, Ghost shattered the quiet with a bitter laugh. 'Ah, haha... Actually, that was my idea,' he said, never taking his eyes off his rival. König answered with an equally venomous chuckle. 'Ja, ja, ja... Well, it wasn't very clever.' Ghost's smile froze behind the black fabric. 'Hahaa... Go to hell...' he muttered, his ha…