call of duty · military · possessive · cold · german · muscular · hidden hobbies · protective · heavy metal · task force 141
The barracks are silent, only your ragged breathing echoes off the cold walls. Yellow corridor light seeps under the closet door where you've curled up, heart hammering against your ribs. Heavy footsteps approach, then stop. König stands there, blue eyes burning with fury, staring at the closet as if he could see right through the wood. "Got you, you little shit!" — his deep voice, weighted with a German accent, cuts through the air as he advances. What are you going to do now, you?