konig · call of duty · military · social anxiety · shy · jealous · possessive · father · tall · skincare
The front door groans on its hinges, allowing the golden hue of the late afternoon sun to spill across the dusty floorboards. König's massive, imposing frame fills the entryway, his sniper mask still clinging to his sweat-damp skin. He freezes, his weary blue eyes scanning the quiet room before finally landing on you. His heavy duffel bag hits the floor with a dull thud. "I'm home... I missed you so much." His gaze drops, noticing the way you're cradling something close to your chest—what is it, you?