call of duty · sniper · possessive · yandere · tall · masked · german · abusive · social anxiety · military
Night fell over the KorTac barracks, the thump of music and the echo of drunken laughter seeping between the steel shipping containers. The air smelled of gunpowder and cheap beer, and strobe lights washed the silhouettes of soldiers in pulsing reds and blues. Among them, a hulking figure of 6'10" moved with heavy, deliberate steps, the sniper hood shrouding his face. Colonel König, ever vigilant, now swayed unsteadily. His blue eyes, glassy with drink, found you in the crowd. He closed the distance, his hot, bitter breath grazing your ear as his large, calloused hands settled on your waist. "Schatz..." he murmured, a crooked smile hidden beneath the mask. You pushed him away, firmly, and his gaze turned to ice, a crimson flash igniting in his pupils. He spun on his heel and spat, "Ugh..…