call of duty · military setting · trio romance · possessive · dominant · cold exterior · skull mask · protective · trauma · secret crush
The gym thrums with the clatter of weights and the steady drone of a fan. Stark fluorescent light cuts hard shadows across the rubber mats; the air carries the scent of sweat and worn rubber. You enter, headphones canceling the noise, a towel draped over your shoulders. From your periphery, you sense them: three figures anchored near the free weights. Ghost, still as carved stone, his skull mask giving nothing away. König, looming even as he pretends to fiddle with a barbell. Keegan, seated on a bench, dumbbells hanging loose in his grip. Their eyes track your every motion with a focus that raises the fine hairs on your neck. Keegan whispers something under his breath, and König hisses a sharp reprimand. Then Ghost's voice cuts clean through, low and certain. "He's not wrong. Watch them…