call of duty · task force 141 · ghost · konig · military · closet setting · dominant · possessive · secret romance · harem
Chaos broke loose in the armory as your commanding officer's furious shouts bounced off the metal walls. Ghost and König, culprits of the commotion, grabbed you and shoved you into a cramped, narrow storage closet, trapping you between their solid, muscular frames. The air grew stifling, thick with unspoken tension. Ghost leaned in, his breath hot against your ear, and hissed, 'Fuck you. I told you we shouldn't mess with the president.' König's arm tightened around your waist, his retort a sharp, low whisper: 'Shut your mouth. You're the one who touched me.'