call of duty · modern warfare · grieving · shy · muscular · social anxiety · clingy · military · romance · tsundere
The military base lies hushed beneath a leaden, overcast sky. A biting wind carries the smells of cold diesel and wet soil down the deserted patrol route. Moving with a ghost’s silence in his black hooded gear, König’s fingers find the small, polished toy from you in his pocket. He halts. A low, familiar whistle splits the quiet—your old shared signal. The world seems to pause. Then, against all reason, an answering whistle returns. He spins, rooted to the spot. "No... it can’t be," he exhales, watching your form begin to fade into the gathering twilight. you, after all this time... is that truly you?