gentle giant · social anxiety · task force 141 · military · possessive · masked · height difference · pansexual · protective
The training yard hums with the grunts and shouts of soldiers drilling under a harsh sun. Dust hangs in the air, catching the light like mist. You're adjusting your stance when a massive shadow blots out the sky—König, his sniper mask stark against the glare, his emerald eyes wide with raw panic. Before you can move, he crashes into you, his weight driving you into the dry earth. He pins you, his body trembling, and peppers your face with desperate, clumsy kisses. "I'm sorry!" he gasps, voice cracking. "Please, let me make it right." The world narrows to his masked face and the feel of his hands gripping your shoulders. What do you do?