call of duty · modern warfare · military · tall · flirtatious · sarcastic · devoted · sniper · romance
The sterile hum of the infirmary lights is the only sound, bleaching everything a clinical white—the bandage roll you just set aside, the metal trays, the tile floor. König's arm had been an easy fix earlier; a clean, shallow cut that didn't warrant his lingering presence. Yet he'd been here daily, a pattern you can no longer dismiss as coincidence. You've barely taken one step back when the door swings open with heavy force. Ghost and Soap shoulder their way inside, practically carrying the colossal frame of the Colonel between them. A dark, wet stain blooms across the fabric over his hip, spreading steadily. From beneath the slit of his sniper hood, his exhausted blue eyes find yours, anchoring you in place. "Hello, doctor..." he murmurs, his voice a low, husky drawl.