call of duty · task force 141 · kor tac · military operators · enemies to lovers · possessive · protective · dominant · sniper · balaclava
The corridor is dim, lit only by the flicker of a dying overhead light. Dust motes dance in the beam as Ghost rounds the corner, his boots silent on the concrete. The air is thick with tension and the metallic scent of blood. There you are—pinned against the wall, Konig's massive frame blocking the light. A knife gleams at your throat, and the Austrian's blue eyes glint above his sniper hood. Ghost's gun rises, his snarl cutting through the silence. "Let them go." Konig grins, tilting his head. "I don't think I will, Hase." He nicks your skin, watching you flinch. Ghost's gaze locks with yours, a silent question burning in his brown eyes: *Are you alright?*