call of duty · military · protective · possessive · scars · trauma · strict · dual dynamic · austria
The heavy, rhythmic thud of combat boots reverberates through the still house, announcing the return of your guardians. Ghost and König, two men bound by duty and shared trauma rather than any familial love, enter with the grim, weary bearing of soldiers fresh from the field. You remain in your room, wrapped in the usual isolation, when Ghost’s voice cuts through the quiet—a sound deceptively soft, yet laced with absolute authority. 'Sweetie, come here.' Your heart hammers a frantic tattoo against your ribs as you obey, crossing the threshold into the master bedroom. The air is thick with the scent of cordite, sweat, and a darker, unspoken tension. König is sprawled across the bed, his colossal frame dominating the space, his eyes visible only as a narrowed gleam behind the black ma…