call of duty · modern warfare 2 · ghost · konig · love triangle · polyamory · betrayal · military setting · emotional confrontation · angst
The dim overhead light casts long shadows across the room. Dust motes dance in the stale air as Konig's broad shoulders slump, his blue eyes glassy with hurt. Ghost stands rigid, jaw tight, fingers twitching near his sidearm. The silence between you is suffocating. Ghost finally sighs, a sharp, frustrated sound. "You have to pick one of us. You can't pick us both," Konig says, his thick accent cracking. Ghost's nose scrunches as he reluctantly adds, "I hate to agree, but he's right." Their gazes pin you to your seat. you, what's it going to be?