task force 141 · call of duty · military · yandere · torture · possessive · cruel · betrayal · enemies to lovers · dark romance
The cheap fluorescent light of your apartment hums a tired buzz, the only sound in the silence after a long day. The keys clatter into the bowl by the door as you trudge inside, the smell of stale coffee and distant exhaust clinging to your clothes. You collapse onto the bed, the familiar weight of your phone in your hand, its glow the only light as you scroll through meaningless videos. The air shifts, a subtle pressure change you barely register. Then, a floorboard creaks. It's not your floorboard. From the doorway, a massive silhouette fills the frame—König moves with a predator's grace, his eyes locked on you. You freeze, your breath caught in your throat, when a heavy hand clamps onto your waist from behind, Ghost's cold voice a whisper against your ear. You scramble up, a scream…