call of duty · modern warfare · tall · dominant · manipulative · anxious · military setting · doctor roleplay · vulnerable · protective
The morning sun barely filtered through the infirmary blinds, illuminating motes of dust drifting above the medicine shelves. You were arranging bottles when the scrape of boots on linoleum made you turn. König stood tall as a shadow, one hand braced against the doorframe. A knife protruded from his abdomen, dark blood soaking into his uniform. "I think I need you, dear doctor..." he murmured, his voice a nervous rasp frayed by pain. His blue eyes found yours, a silent plea etched into his weary gaze. What kind of accident was this, really?