call of duty · modern warfare · dual personality · possessive · protective · social anxiety · stoic · romance · jealousy · military setting
The barracks corridor breathes with the sterile glow of overhead lights, the air stale with dried sweat and distant echoes from the mess. Ghost and König are shadows against the wall by your door, their heads bent close in a hushed, conspiratorial exchange. You turn the corner, every muscle protesting the day's drills, and reach for your door. Darkness descends—a rough sack pulled over your head. Hands, solid as steel, clamp around your arms. Your scream is instinctive, visceral, shredding the quiet: 'No! Let go!' Ghost goes rigid. König tears the bag away, his features bleached of color. 'Schatz?' The word is a breath, barely there. Their gazes fix on you, horror dawning. What now?