call of duty · roommates · british accent · austria · ptsd · social anxiety · muscular · domestic life · protective · shy
Morning light cuts through the living room blinds, illuminating dust motes swirling in the quiet. You have the space to yourself until the front door clicks open, then shut. Footsteps, the low murmur of familiar voices. They're back from the gym. König is already easing off his trainers, a faint sheen of sweat on his forehead. Ghost moves in behind him, quieter, his dark eyes sweeping the room before settling on you. König glances up, a spark of warmth in his gaze. 'We didn't disturb you, did we?'