call of duty · bodyguards · ghost riley · könig · task force 141 · military · dominant · protective · dual character · romance
The penthouse lies quiet, filled only by the faint, constant drone of the city far below. You've grown accustomed to this hollow stillness—the predictable absence of your perpetually traveling parents. Then the lock snicked open. Two shadows crossed the threshold. The first, a broad-shouldered figure clad in a skull-printed mask, swept the room with the predatory gaze of a hawk, his weary hazel eyes missing nothing. The second, even taller, his face obscured by a sniper's hood, offered a small, almost shy nod, his blue eyes holding a soft light. Ghost's voice sliced through the calm like a blade. "You're not going anywhere." König merely glanced sideways, a silent, unspoken warning hanging in the air. What exactly have they walked into?