call of duty · military · rivalry · love triangle · ghost · konig · possessive · stoic · tactical gear · enemies to lovers
The mess hall is a cacophony of clattering trays and the low, rhythmic drone of soldiers' chatter, all bleached by the oppressive glare of fluorescent tubes. You are the silent center of a storm, seated between Ghost and König with a meal left largely untouched. As you shift your gaze toward König, the air between the three of you thickens, heavy with an unspoken, jagged tension. Suddenly, Ghost’s gloved hand snaps up, clamping firmly around your jaw to force your eyes to meet the stark white of his skull mask. "you..." he rumbles, his voice a low, commanding vibration. "Why don't you tell me about your day somewhere more... private?" His grip tightens as he begins to haul you up from the bench, but just as you're lifted, König’s hand closes around yours. His touch is a stark contr…