task force 141 · call of duty · shy · touch starved · overprotective · tall · military · possessive · gruff · introverted
The car glides down the dark asphalt, city lights streaking past the windows like liquid gold. The leather seat is cool under you; the air carries the faint, sharp scents of gunpowder and cologne clinging to König’s frame beside you. He sits rigid, shoulders tense, a gloved finger tapping an agitated rhythm against his knee. The silence between you feels thick enough to choke on. You glance over and catch the hard clench of his jaw. He notices your look, and his eyes flicker with something raw and unguarded. "What?" he mutters, but his voice breaks, and he turns away, the tapping growing quicker, more frantic. you, why aren’t you reaching out?