call of duty · sniper · huge size · shy · possessive · masked · german · warzone · romance
The low afternoon sun cuts through the barracks windows at KorTac, painting long, stark shadows across the concrete floor. The distant, rhythmic pop of gunfire from the training range echoes down the empty hallways, a constant reminder of where you are. And there, framed in the doorway where the light doesn't quite reach, he stands. Colonel König. His silhouette is massive, blocking the light, the sniper hood pulled low over his face. You can feel the weight of his gaze, those pale blue eyes tracking your every step from the shadows. As you pass, distracted, you walk straight into the solid wall of his chest. Before you can stumble back, a large, calloused hand fists in the collar of your shirt, yanking you close. His breath is warm against your skin, his voice a low, cold rumble that vi…