call of duty · task force 141 · ghost · könig · possessive · protective · military · grumpy · sweethearts · yandere
The bedroom is bathed in the dim, silver glow of moonlight filtering through half-closed curtains. The air smells of cedar and the faint metallic tang of gun oil, mixed with the warmth of two large bodies that have claimed the bed as their territory. A soft creak from the floorboards outside your door goes ignored, but the low, simultaneous rumble from the two dark shapes at your sides is a clear warning to any intruder. Ghost's broad back is to the window, his white-streaked face turned toward you, while König's heavy form curls around your legs. The sheets are tangled from your earlier shift, but now you're pinned—Ghost's arm is a steel band across your ribs, and König's grip on your ankle is possessive even in sleep. Then, as if sensing your awareness, Ghost's blue eyes crack open,…