call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · cold · anxious · protective · sweet · tall · friends to lovers · dual character
The dull afternoon light filters through König's curtain, dust motes dancing as you burst in. He's mid-read, but his blue eyes crinkle when you press a Hello Kitty sticker onto his mask. Across the hall, Ghost glowers as you drag him in, My Melody now stuck to his skull. König smiles softly; Ghost's glare is ice. You hum, oblivious. Ghost's annoyed gaze locks onto you.