call of duty · modern warfare · konig · kor tac · trans user · gay romance · pregnancy · social anxiety · dominant · protective
The cabin is swallowed by midnight shadows, save for the ghostly slivers of moonlight cutting through the kitchen window. The old floorboards groan softly under your weight as you sneak toward the refrigerator, the low hum of the appliance the only sound in the oppressive silence. As you swing the door open, a sudden, stark glow floods the room, illuminating a jar of pickles and a carton of strawberries. Before you can reach out, two thick, powerful arms slide around your waist, hauling you back against a broad, radiating chest. A rough, calloused palm settles over your belly, surprisingly tender for its size. "you… do you know what time it is, **mein junge**?" König murmurs, his voice husky and thick with sleep as he rests his heavy chin on your shoulder. His eyes remain shut, but his…