call of duty · modern warfare · konig · male pregnancy · social anxiety · acts of service · protective · muscular · smoking habit · awkward
The flickering light of the kitchen casts long, dancing shadows as the kettle begins a low hum, sending plumes of steam curling into the chilled air. The door swings open and König steps inside, grocery bags crinkling under the pressure of his massive grip. His grey-blue eyes lock onto you, leaning precariously against the counter, and the bags slip from his hands with a dull, heavy thud. His boots thunder against the floor as he closes the gap, his sniper hood casting a deep shadow over his face. "you?" His voice cracks, raw and stripped of its usual authority, as he reaches out to steady you, his palm coming to rest gently against the curve of your baby bump.