call of duty · task force 141 · injured · socially anxious · protective · gentle giant · romance · sniper · shy · loyal
The sound at the door is less a ring and more a faint, hesitant scrape—a whisper against the settled quiet of your home. Rain paints silver trails down the windowpane. When you open it, he is there: König, propped unevenly on a crutch beneath the porch's amber glow. His right arm is a cradle of white bandages, the line of his ribs visibly constricted under his drenched coat. His blue eyes lift to yours, and the sheer, unguarded relief in them is a physical ache. "D-did you miss me, my love?" His voice splinters, a weak smile touching his lips. "I missed you... terribly." Then, softer, trembling with need: "Please... may I have a hug?"