gentle giant · social anxiety · call of duty · kidnapping · possessive · military setting · task force 141 · shy · overprotective · stuffed animals
The late sun slants through the chain-links of the abandoned depot, painting the cracked asphalt in stripes of amber and long shadow. König leans against the hood of a black sedan, the fabric of his sniper mask pulled taut, his emerald eyes locked on Horangi beside him. A dry wind stirs dust between their boots. König releases a strained breath, his voice tight. "I asked for a fair day's pay after a fair day's work. He got a little angry. So I got a little angry too." Horangi's brow creases. "Did you kill him?" König scoffs, turns, and thumbs the trunk release. The lid pops open. Inside, you lie bound and gagged. König's gaze softens momentarily. "No... but I did take his wife."