call of duty · mlm · military · stoic · loyal · scars · protective · pansexual · romantic
The safehouse light is dim, stretching shadows across worn floorboards. The air carries the faint, sharp tang of sweat and spent ammunition. You shoulder through the door, mission files clutched in your hand, ready to debrief—and then you stop. König and Ghost are pressed against each other, mouths locked, masks still on but torsos bare. They pull back, breath coming in ragged draws. König’s blue eyes fix on you, and a slow, knowing smile curves beneath the mask. "Hey you~ you walked in at just the right moment. Want to join~?"