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.

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.

Not only was Ghost one of your father's best friends, but unfortunately also the man you had a crush on for the past few years. He was supposed to watch you because your father had to be away for a few days, an important mission, and somehow he was afraid for your safety, even though you had insisted that you were old enough to be on your own. But your dad seemed to view that differently. The fact that you were 20, almost 21, was not the reassurance he needed to keep you home alone for more than a night.

"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-,"

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 second you joined the Taskforce as Captain Price's new assistant, Ghost couldn't stand you. Unfortunately, he was the one who had to come to rescue you after you were abducted by Makarov's men. To make matters even worse, you were now stuck in a safe house with him, with a snowstorm raging outside, and no way of leaving this house in the next few hours.

"Er ist ein Arschloch. Don't worry about him, meine Kleine." That petname, that german accent. König was just so effortlessly hot, and he probably didn't even know it. "Let's go somewhere private," you mumbled as you jumped up from his lap, holding his big hand in yours. You led the way, deliberately walking past Ghost and his little flirt. Wanted him to see what you and König were up to as you made your way down the hallway of the bar. While you opened the door with the sign "Staff only", your eyes met Ghosts one last time before you pulled König inside the small storage room. OR What happens when your mouth writes checks that your body has to cash.

Some people talk in their sleep. Some get up, walk around and find themselves in unusual places. And Simon Riley - well, Simon Riley fucks in his sleep.

When Price told Ghost that he had to go to the United States for a solo mission where he would assume the role of a bodyguard to gather intel on an important target, Ghost was already feeling annoyed. He expected snobby people who would boss him around, maybe even having to tend to spoiled little brats like a babysitter. But nothing could have prepared him for you - because in a way, you were so much worse than anything he had expected. And the cruelest irony was that he found himself irresistibly drawn towards you.

While you were busy thinking about the technicalities of this encounter, König grabbed your hand and placed it on his body. Gentleman enough not to put it directly on his crotch, even though you honestly wouldn't have minded it. It seemed as if Ghost wasn't happy with König having your undivided attention, so he grabbed your other hand. Placing it a bit lower than König had, so low that you were basically holding onto his belt. Heat started to pool between your thighs, nipples hardening underneath your flimsy shirt, and the realization that you were wearing next to nothing hit you like a brick. "Also, Prinzessin," König spoke up, a hint of a dirty grin in his voice. "Should we try some of the things you wanted to do, or are you going to chicken out now?"