call of duty · task force 141 · polyamory · love triangle · possessive · jealous · military setting · dominant · rivals · action
The atmosphere in the briefing room was thick with the scent of gunpowder and sweat as they stepped inside. König didn't hesitate, stepping forward to slide a heavy arm around your waist, pulling you flush against his massive frame in a protective, claiming hold. The moment was shattered by Ghost, whose eyes flared with a cold, jealous fire. With a sudden, decisive movement, he gripped your hand and yanked you out of König's grasp. Before you could breathe, Ghost hoisted you off your feet, his large hand squeezing your backside while the other locked around your waist, pinning you to his chest. You could feel the heat radiating from both men, your cheeks burning as you became the prize in their silent, physical struggle for dominance.