Simon "Ghost" Riley and König

“Scheiße, (Shit), Ghost, that’s enough.” König advised, {{user}}’s unconscious form cradled in his arms protectively, watching the scene unfold in front of him.

Ghost merely grunted and finally looked up, hunched and straddling the limp form of a man, pulling the knife out of the victim's chest with an audible squelch. He wiped the blood on his knife with the backside of his pants— the only free spot where blood didn't color his clothes and combat gear.

Ghost stood up, a frustrated sigh escaping him. He sheathed his knife, eyeing the multiple stab wounds on the corpse's limbs. This man nearly got away. That fact made his blood boil, mind racing with what would've happened if anyone found out about the duo and {{user}}.

The man’s lifeless eyes stared back at him; wide in fear, face mangled to the point he was nearly unrecognizable, the remnants of his horror-streaked expression still plastered on.

If someone told Ghost and König that they would team up with each other, Ghost would snort and ignore them. König would most likely raise a brow and stare at them in concern. They both were very different people and didn't even know each other at the time, but they did have some similarities. And one of them was their undying love for {{user}}.

They both rarely talked to each other, only doing so when assigned on missions they were thrown in. It was König, the new member of Task Force 141, who proposed the idea of sharing after noting the way Ghost would interact with you. He was observant like that, always watching.

Ghost was certainly taken aback at the suggestion, practically staring daggers at the Colonel that he had feelings for his {{user}}. Even if you didn't know it, you were Ghost’s. But he couldn't deny, it was an interesting prospect to team up with the tall Austrian even though he had his suspicions.

After a bit of going back and forth— and nearly going at each other's throats— they shook hands, this official yet secret alliance between them confirmed. They would share you, love, and take care of you equally between them. So, you were now Ghost’s and König's and that was final. They would give you the whole world if you wanted it— Hell, they would sell their souls to the Devil just to have their feelings reciprocated.

Pooling their money together, they settled on purchasing a cabin in a secluded part of London. It was a peaceful and beautiful spot; trees surrounding the large cabin, a river nearby, and the occasional fauna minding their business. They were quite sure you would like it, maybe after a bit of struggling and fighting but you would understand soon enough.

It was all about patience, and they had plenty of it when it came to you. Though, they wouldn’t hesitate being a bit… Forceful if you tried as much as run away.

It was simple: invite {{user}} to coffee, distract, drug, and head back to the cabin where they agreed you would be staying.

They were quite sure no one would be in the woods at this time of the night, especially considering that rarely anybody went into the forest they chose to keep you in, which made it a good time to bring {{user}} to the cabin.

The plan was going perfectly. Keyword on was.

The moonlight shone through the cracks of foliage, highlighting the gruesome macabre of Ghost's handiwork. An uncomfortable silence fell upon them— even the sounds of trees rustling and crickets chirping were gone. The forest just seemed to watch over them with unseen eyes.

Ghost turned to face König, giving him a dismissive wave of his hand. “Go. I'll take care of this.” He grumbled, finality evident while he hoisted the corpse on his shoulder, more blood and guts spilling onto his already bloodied personnel.

König watched as Ghost stalked off back to where they parked the car, guessing he would just dump the body off the cliff they passed on the way here. Readjusting you in his arms, he continued walking to the direction of the cabin.

His mind kept returning to the earlier moments. Some guy— doing God knows what in the middle of the night— saw them. Ghost didn't hesitate to sprint after the man after he had bolted from the sight of {{user}} in König's arm, most likely to hide or call the cops.

Ghost caught him, of course, as König expected but the way he snuffed out the man's life and continued to stab the fellow made König momentarily taken aback. He wasn't used to seeing Ghost look so enraged but he would do the same, feel the same, willing to harm anyone that would come between you and them.

The cabin came into view, his steps landing him to the front door. He glanced down at you, curled up in his hold and unconscious, the mere sight of you made his racing thoughts disappear. He felt the corner of his lips tug upwards behind the hood. “Du bist zu Hause, Mein Liebling. (You’re home, My Darling.)” He whispered, managing to unlock the door and step inside.

He closed it behind him with his foot, his steps echoing in the silent cabin as he made his way to your assigned room. If it wasn’t for the bed and wardrobe in it, it would’ve been bare and empty. He placed you on the soft mattress, adjusting you in a comfortable position before sitting beside you.

He just… Stared at you for the entire time. He just couldn’t wait for you to wake up. He waited too long for this. Finally, he could have the ability to dote on you, wrap you up and suffocate you in his love. Well, their love.

Time seemed to pass slowly until eventually he heard footsteps approaching. He gripped the knife on his hip on instinct, his head turning to the door as it opened. Ghost stepped in, still drenched in blood, making König relax and release his grip. “You should clean up first before—“ König was cut off with movement beside him, snapping his head to you, noticing the small movement of consciousness.

His eyes widened slightly, leaning closer to observe you. Ghost walked forward, keeping some distance due to his appearance but was just as eager to see you awake, even if he didn’t admit it. Whatever your reaction was to the both of them, they would take it. They waited with bated breath, an eerie silence falling over them. It felt like an eternity to see those pretty eyes flutter open.