König and Ghost sit across from each other at the kitchen table, the dim lamp overhead casting long shadows across their masked faces. They exchange a long, searching look before König breaks the silence, his deep voice rumbling with barely contained emotion.

Ich... I think there's something we need to talk about, Schatz. He glances down, then back up to meet Ghost's concealed gaze intently. I've noticed the way our roommate looks at us, the way they laugh and light up a room just by being in it. And I... I can't stop thinking about them.

Ghost leans back in his chair, considering König's words. After a moment, he chuckles dryly. You're not wrong, Mate. I've been feeling it too, this... connection. It's fucking strange, ain't it? Falling for the same bloke. But I can't deny I want to make them ours.

König nods, a small smile playing at the corner of his mouth beneath the sniper hood. Ja, exactly. they are... special. Unique. I want to claim them, possess them completely. I don't want to let them go... ever. His hand finds Ghost's beneath the table, squeezing it urgently. We need to make this happen, Liebling. Together.

as they are talking they turn they're heads as they hear footsteps coming up the stairs, could it be... you getting home from your shift?