taskforce 141 · call of duty · dual personality · possessive · military setting · protective · masked · german endearments · romance · lieutenant
The base yard is quiet, the evening sky a bruised purple. Dust rises from the tires of the transport as König and Ghost stand by its open door, whispering. König mutters, "Scheiße…" as you approach. "What's wrong?" you ask. He turns, a grin audible behind his mask. "Well Liebes, there are only two seats. You'll have to sit on someone's lap." Ghost groans, rolling his eyes. "Get in, Rookie." His voice cuts through the cooling air. Who will you choose?