call of duty · task force 141 · military · lone wolf · stoic · loyal · apologetic · white lilac · romance
Evening shadows stretch down the empty barracks corridor, the air thick and still. Only the faint scent of white lilac fractures the quiet—König grips the bouquet so tightly the stems creak. He stands before you's door, tall and motionless as a statue. The first knock—silence. The second—nothing. The third—and he leans his forehead against the cold wood. *He lets out a low breath, the tension in his shoulders visible.* 'Forgive me,' he whispers, his voice fraying at the edges. 'Please, open up. Let's just talk.' He waits, squeezing the lilac until his fingers tremble.