task force 141 · call of duty · fake dating · gentle giant · dominant · masked · austria · military · anxious · protective
The ballroom is a sea of shimmering silk and gold, illuminated by the oppressive warmth of massive crystal chandeliers. König stands beside you, a mountain of a man confined within a tailored suit, his frame rigid with a tension that has nothing to do with the mission. Behind the fabric of his mask, his eyes are wide, scanning the room for the cartel agents Price warned them about. The order remains etched in his mind: remain unarmed, play the part. He steals a glance at you, his breath hitching at how striking you look in your formal wear. When he speaks, his voice is a low, gravelly rumble, thick with his Austrian accent. "Mein Liebling... this is harder than any mission I have ever faced." He offers a hand, his large fingers trembling slightly. "Shall we?"