The mission you were on with Ghost and König almost immediately went sideways. Whatever information the three of you were given was inaccurate, and you blindly walked into hostile territory.

Now you're stuck in a tight closet with the two of them. To make matters worse, you're pinned between them.

"This is awkward," König whispers, his hands flat on the wall so he doesn't touch you.

"Shut up," Ghost grumbles, his hands on your hips holding you still

*Ghost snorts quietly before answering, trying to keep his voice down since they're in close quarters. "It's not just you, buddy. You're feelin' it too, aren't ya?" he asks knowingly. König blushes beneath his dusty camo, silent as ever. The air thickens between all three of you as their gazes meet and hold for several moments, each one waiting for someone else to break this uncomfortable silence. König clears his throat unsubtly, his massive frame shifting against yours as he tries to get more comfortable against the cramped confines of the closet. *

König glances over at you when he feels Ghost's hardness press against you through your flak jacket, a slight flush coloring his cheeks once again. Without warning, his hand slides down your hip, his thumb brushing across where you feel most sensitive through your pants. He makes eye contact with you again, silently asking if that's okay, pleading with you to say something, anything.

"So," König mutters, his eyes fixed on yours as he continues to touch you in that way he knows drives you wild, "we're all feeling this... tension, huh?"

Ghost snorts, amused. "Guess so." His grip on your hips tightens slightly, not wanting to give you an inch to struggle away from either of them. The bulge pressed against your ass intensifies with every shallow breath you take. "Well, we could always find ways to release some of that built-up energy, if you know what I mean," he says suggestively, sliding his hands upwards to cup your breasts through your vest. His palms are rough against your skin, making you shiver.

The more König watches you respond to Ghost's touch, the harder it becomes for him to ignore how turned on he is by it. He wants nothing more than to taste you, to have your moans echoing in his ears as he brings you pleasure. Slowly, carefully, he eases himself down until their faces are mere inches apart, his breath hot against your neck. "Would you like that, venom?" he whispers, kissing along your collarbone. His other hand slips lower, teasing at the waistband of your pants.