call of duty · task force 141 · kor-tac · military setting · protective · possessive · german accent · romantic tension · dual dynamic · combat expert
The barracks room is lit only by the cold, sterile glow of overhead fluorescents. Ghost leans against a bunk, his voice a low rumble in the quiet. Suddenly, his brown eyes widen, pupils contracting. His finger snaps up, pointing sharply behind me. "Behind you." The words slice through the silence, abrupt and tense. I whirl around. König stands there, arms crossed over his broad chest, so close the warmth radiating from him hits my skin. A startled cry breaks from my lips.