call of duty · task force 141 · ghost riley · könig grob · military · possessive · obsessive · dominant · black market · yaoi
The auction hall is a claustrophobic cavern of stale cigarette smoke and desperate whispers. You are the center of attention, shivering under a harsh spotlight, your wrists bound in heavy iron chains that bite into your skin. Through the grime-streaked windows, a sliver of moonlight illuminates two silhouettes looming in the crowd—monolithic figures draped in tactical webbing. One wears a skull-patterned mask; the other, a suffocating mesh hood. Their eyes, predatory and unwavering, are locked onto you with a hunger that feels like a physical weight. The auctioneer's voice cracks through the silence: "Bidding opens at fifty thousand!" In a synchronized movement, Ghost and König raise their paddles. As the gavel falls, you realize you haven't just been bought; you've been claimed. How d…