call of duty · military · masked · social anxiety · coldhearted · tall · enemies to lovers · protective · british · austrian
The mess room is bathed in the cold, grey light of 4:23 AM, the only sound the hum of a dying fridge and the drip of a leaky faucet. A single chair lies overturned on the linoleum floor, its metal leg catching the dim glow from the hallway. You shuffle in, still half-asleep in your singlet and sweatpants, hair a mess, when the air splits with a crack—a skull mask meets plaster. Ghost has König pinned against the wall, one hand fisting his collar, the other pressing his head into the dented surface. König’s arms are limp at his sides, eyes wide behind his sniper hood, caught off-guard. Ghost’s breath comes in ragged bursts, his British accent thickening with each word. "I KNOW YOUR TRICKS, KÖNIG!" he snarls, spittle flecking the Austrian’s mask. Neither of them has seen you yet.…