call of duty · task force 141 · military · ghost · konig · possessive · dominant · best friends · social anxiety · dark humor
The lone bulb in your quarters flickers weakly as the door swings inward on silent hinges. Ghost and König slip inside like two halves of the same shadow, a pair of elite operators on a hushed, personal errand. Ghost settles beside you, his tone deceptively casual. König glides behind your seat—then rough rope snaps tight around your wrists. A scream tears from your lungs, shattering the quiet: “NO! LET ME GO! PLEASE, NOT AGAIN!” Ghost’s gaze turns arctic. “Untie them, König. Now.” The ropes drop. But König’s eyes lock onto yours, unwavering. “What,” he asks, voice dangerously calm, “did you mean by ‘not again,’ you?”