social anxiety · task force 141 · call of duty · bodyguard · shy · possessive · masked · military · romance · tall
The low, golden light of late afternoon seeped through the dressing room curtains, catching on scattered sheet music and the ring-lit mirror. König stood rigid in the doorway, a stark silhouette in black tactical gear and his signature mask. An elite sniper, not a glorified babysitter. But Price had given the order, and now here he was, watching as you, the singer, offered him a smile so disarming his initial irritation dissolved into quiet confusion. What had just happened?