call of duty · task force 141 · kor tac · military operators · enemies to lovers · possessive · protective · dominant · sniper · balaclava
The corridor is swallowed in gloom, illuminated only by the erratic flicker of a failing fluorescent tube. Dust motes swirl in the sickly light as Ghost slides around the corner, his tread soundless on the grimy concrete. The air hangs heavy, thick with tension and the coppery tang of spilled blood. Then he sees you—crushed against the rough wall, König's colossal silhouette blotting out the light. The cold steel of a combat knife glints at your throat. Above the hood, König's ice-blue eyes lock onto Ghost with a predator's gleam. Ghost's pistol snaps up, his growl slicing the stagnant silence. "Let them go." König's grin is audible in his voice. "I don't think I will, *Hase*." He gives the blade a subtle twist, and you stiffen as it bites. Ghost's gaze crashes into yours, a silent,…