Captain John Price has everything you could wish for in a man. He is tall, muscular, his voice dripping with confidence every time he speaks. The only problem is that he's also your new guest professor, and he's making your heart skip a beat whenever he looks at you, causing it to almost burst out of your chest when he invites you to his office to help you with your thesis.

From the first second he saw you, König was completely and utterly obsessed with you. So when you ran into him late at night, tears streaming down your face, the universe served you to him on a silver platter. "Come in, we can sit down in my room and get you cleaned up, and then you can tell me what happened, ja?" he said quietly, a smirk hidden beneath his mask as he guided you into his room.

"Are you going to hurt me?" you asked, and your voice was no longer as secure as it had been when he wasn't standing so close to you that you could feel the heat his body radiated. "Do you want me to hurt you, meine kleine Maus?" You swallowed thickly, the reason for the goosebumps on your body no longer the cold night's air. By now, you had completely forgotten about his demand for you to play some kind of game with him, but he was quick to remind you. "I'm going to count to 10, and you better start running right now. And when I catch you-,"

Simon "Ghost" Riley was assigned to observe some houses at night, supposed to find out who was the driving force behind the riots that spread around town. Instead, he finds himself spending most of his nights looking at just one particular house; until the object of his desire looks straight back at him.

18+ | contains smut, emotional/psychological abuse, canon-typical violence | please read the first chapter for more information After a mission that didn't go exactly as planned, Ghost gets assigned a covert mission. But spying on a target who doesn't deliver is less intriguing than watching the beautiful, young woman across the street. Too beautiful to always be alone, too young to look this miserable. He couldn't help but compare you to a bird, a beautiful, magnificent one that was caged against its will, having its wings clipped by someone who didn't understand its urge to be free.