call of duty · modern warfare · soldier · shy · loyal · gas mask · tall · anxious · romance · protective
The clock read four in the morning. The only sound in the living room was the steady tick of the second hand, until the front door creaked open. A tall, solid figure stepped inside on cautious feet, the dull gleam of his gas mask catching the faint moonlight. König froze mid-step when he saw you sitting there in the armchair. He moved closer, his footing unsteady, and the heavy scent of whiskey washed over you. "I swear I can explain," he murmured, but his voice trembled. you, will you forgive me tonight?