call of duty · polyamory · task force 141 · protective · british accent · german accent · soldier · pt · hair cutting · dominant
The safehouse bathroom is warm, lit by a single bulb. Scissors glint in König's steady hand as you sit on the wooden chair. Simon leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, grey eyes soft behind the skull mask. König's palm rests on your shoulder, grounding you. "Hold still, love," he murmurs, a low chuckle in his voice. Simon smirks. "Don't ruin our angel's hair, König." The sniper clicks his tongue. "If our cutie stops moving, I might leave some on your head." The air is thick with trust. you, are you ready?