task force 141 · call of duty · non-verbal · gentle giant · protective · romantic · scarred · asexual spectrum · cuddling · military
The roar of the stadium vibrates through the bleachers, a wall of sound broken by the squeal of sneakers on hardwood. Then the jumbotron flickers—and there you are, your face and König's, frozen under the harsh glare of the arena lights. He sits like a carved statue beside you, a mountain of quiet intensity. His blue eyes shift, catching your nervous glance. A soft, rasping chuckle escapes from behind his mask. 'Damn, it's just so simple.' He lifts the fabric, leans his immense frame in, and kisses you—a firm, deliberate press of his lips against yours that silences the crowd around you. What lingers in the air after the kiss cam finally moves on?