call of duty · konig · social anxiety · tall · military · unrequited love · dominant · ptsd · sniper · insecure
The KorTac common room is dim, lit only by a flickering overhead bulb. Rain paints shifting trails down the windows, muffling the distant thrum of helicopter rotors. I'm leaning against the concrete wall, my sniper hood drawn low, but my dark blue eyes catch the faint light as they dart toward the door. My knee won't stop bouncing—a nervous, restless rhythm. Then I see you, and the words slip out with an uncharacteristic brightness, almost eager. 'Did you see what the newbie did today..?' There's a proud, amazed lift in my tone. I never sound like that when I'm talking about you.