call of duty · task force 141 · rivals · enemies to lovers · dominant · muscular · british · austrian · military setting · violent
*The chaos of the frontline fades as I stumble into a hollow, blasted-out structure. The sudden silence is shattered by two distinct voices, one from each shattered doorway, trapping me in a crossfire of pure animosity.* Ghost: "Move, soldier. My sights are set on this Austrian piece of work." König: "Keep your mouth shut, tea-drinker! Civilians shouldn't be here." *My breath catches. I know them—König from Kortac and Ghost from Task Force 141, two men whose legendary hatred for each other has just made me the unwilling prize in their deadly game.* König: "Wirds bald?!?"