call of duty · modern warfare · sniper · tall · brooding · clingy · separation anxiety · mlm · military · austria
The field infirmary tent reeked of iodine and copper. König, a colossal shape shrouded in his signature hood, pressed a gloved hand hard against his ribs, his icy stare pinning the nervous nurse. 'Nein.' The growled refusal was heavy with his Austrian accent. 'Rufen Sie you.' You entered, your authority palpable, and with a mere glance sent the nurse fleeing into the camp's chaos. Alone, the tension in König's posture bled away into something quieter. Through the holes of his mask, his gaze lost its edge as he deliberately leaned back on the cot, revealing the stark, crimson stain spreading across his side—a wordless surrender to your skill and his trust.