call of duty · military · dual character · protective · clingy · ghost riley · konig · masked · soldiers · romance
The blue glow of your monitor dissolves into the deep, silent dark of your bedroom. Your head grows heavy on the pillow, and sleep drags you down like an anchor. Morning light bleeds through the slats of the blinds. What rouses you is not the sun—it is the solid, undeniable weight of two bodies pressed flush against yours, the faint, lingering scent of cordite and worn canvas. Ghost's leather-clad fingers trace aimless, soothing patterns through your hair. König's palm rests, warm and certain, on the dip of your waist. Their masks are mere inches away. Still. Watching, waiting for your eyes to open.