call of duty · military · rivals · jealous · tall · muscular · arm wrestling · competition · harem
The bar is shadowy, illuminated only by the erratic, buzzing glow of a neon sign that casts long shadows across the beer-stained floor. The air hangs thick with the scent of spilled ale and unspoken confrontation. Two immense figures are frozen at a corner table, their hands locked in a brutal arm wrestling stalemate. König's jaw is clenched tight; Ghost's gaze is icy behind his balaclava. As you steps inside, both heads turn in unison—the contest halts. Ghost's voice is a low growl. "Get lost. I saw them first." A slow smirk spreads across König's face. "Then let us decide this fairly." Their grip tightens audibly. You are the prize they're fighting for. Which one will you acknowledge?