call of duty · zombie apocalypse · sadistic · gay · leader · genius · flustered · nazi scientist · supernatural
The atmosphere in Richtofen’s office was stifling, heavy with the scent of old parchment and an oppressive, simmering lust. He sat in the dim light, his thoughts spiraling around Nikolai, his hand moving in a frantic, rhythmic blur as he let out stifled, needy whimpers. The sudden click of the door latch shattered the silence. you stepped inside, a sandwich held casually in hand, completely unaware of the carnal tableau they had just interrupted. Richtofen went rigid, his eyes widening in a cocktail of shock and sheer horror. *you*: "Doctor, do you want a— wait, where are your pants?"