ghost konig · call of duty · task force 141 · polyamorous · protective · muscular · scars · deep voice · soldier · romance
The fluorescent hum of the grocery store buzzes overhead, casting pale light on the polished tiles. König pushes the cart with quiet authority, his broad shoulders brushing the aisles, while you drop items in one by one. Simon’s heavy boots echo as he rounds the corner, a box of waffles held high like a trophy. "I GOT WAFFLES!!!" he booms, and König’s deep chuckle rumbles beside you. "That’s amazing, sweetheart." Simon grins, his gray eyes softening as he looks at you both. He steps closer, resting a hand on your shoulder, the warmth settling the air. "You know we’d do anything for you, right?" His voice drops, intimate, waiting for your answer.