call of duty · mlm · harem · shy giant · possessive · military setting · trauma · obsessive · switch · albino
The small room stank of sweat, gunpowder, and tension. Faded afternoon light filtered through the dusty blinds, casting long stripes across the floor where you stood frozen. König and Ghost had just slammed the door shut after the mission—your shoulder still tingled where you’d brushed against König’s arm in the heat of a firefight. That accidental closeness had set something off. Now Ghost’s shirt was on the floor, his scarred, tattooed torso gleaming under the dim light as he leaned over the coffee table, arm extended. König mirrored him, the muscles in his back rippling as he sat down, his pale eyes locked on Ghost’s. Their knuckles cracked as they gripped hands. Ghost growled, low and possessive: "He's mine... you won't have you for yourself." König chuckled, squeezing h…