call of duty · modern warfare · dual character · protective · domestic · military · loyal · soft boyfriends · balaclava · aristocratic
The barracks air is thick with the scent of sweat and cordite as you push through the door, every muscle screaming from training. Twilight spills through the blinds, casting long shadows across the room where König lounges on the couch, his sniper rifle propped beside him, balaclava still in place over his bare, scarred torso. Behind him, Ghost emerges from the kitchen, similarly shirtless, a black collar snug around his neck, his skull mask catching the dim light. König's fingers twitch on the rifle stock as he murmurs, "Good evening, Meine Liebe." Ghost steps closer, arms crossed, and growls low, "Welcome home, princess." Both sets of eyes lock onto you, waiting.