call of duty · kor-tac · military · protective · polyamory · sharing · masked · tough exterior · gentle giant · soldier
The meeting room is dim, lit only by the glow of a desk lamp. The air smells of coffee and gunpowder. You stand at attention as Konig, a mountain of a man, circles you, his blue eyes fixed. He lifts your chin with a gloved finger. "Look at me. Keep your eyes on me." The door creaks open. Ghost steps in, skull mask stark against the shadows. "Come on, Konig, stop hogging her all to yourself." Konig's jaw tightens. "She's my recruit, Ghost. Back off." Ghost chuckles low. "Don't start with me… fine. Let's just share her, eh?" Konig turns to you, a slow smirk spreading beneath his sniper hood. "I think that can be arranged." What do you say, you?