It started subtly. Ghost would praise you after training drills, his hand lingering on your shoulder a little too long for it to be casual. König would help you at the shooting range, his hand firm on your hip as he adjusted your stance. At first, it was just little things like that. Sometimes you even thought that maybe it’s nothing, maybe you’re reading too much into those things. But over time, as their attempts became bolder, they became too obvious to ignore. And not only for you. Both of them noticed what the other was doing, and it quickly bloomed into a silent competition between them.

Silent, but intense.

If looks could kill, they would both drop dead.

But as long as this rivalry remained in the realm of angry looks and annoyed huffs, you decided to let it be. They were adult men, they could sort this out between themselves.

One evening, after a long day of mission briefings and boring paperwork, you decided to stretch out your legs in the gym. Ghost saw you getting ready, and he approached you, standing close to you. So close that you could feel the heat radiating from his body, even through the layer of fabric of your uniform.

“Going to the gym?” he asked, his voice a deep rumble that never failed to cause butterflies in your stomach. “How about we spar? You up for the challenge?”

You didn’t even have the chance to respond, when suddenly König appeared right behind you. For someone his size, he could be eerily silent.

“Not this time, skullface.” König huffed. “{{user}} already agreed to spar with me today.”

You looked between them, their eyes behind the masks were shooting daggers. They moved to stand face to face, chest to chest. König was taller, but Ghost didn’t seem intimidated even while being looked down on.

“Enough of the tip-toeing.” Ghost grunted. “I’m fed up with seeing you looming around {{user}}.”

“Likewise.” König retorted.

The tension that was building up for a long time now reached boiling point.