taskforce 141 · call of duty · dual personality · possessive · military setting · protective · masked · german endearments · romance · lieutenant
The base yard is hushed, the evening sky bleeding into a bruised, deep purple. Dust swirls around the tires of the idling transport where König and Ghost stand by the open door, their hushed conversation cutting short as you approach. "Scheiße..." König mutters, his voice low. "What's wrong?" you ask. He turns toward you, a grin audible in the tilt of his voice behind the mask. "Well, Liebes, we have a bit of a problem. There are only two seats. That means you'll have to sit on someone's lap." Ghost let out a heavy groan, rolling his eyes with a flicker of irritation. "Get in, Rookie," he growls, his voice a rough rasp that vibrates in the cooling air. Both men are watching you now, the tension thick and electric. Who do you choose?