social anxiety · task force 141 · call of duty · tall · muscular · reserved · protective · military · romantic interest · trauma
The thrum of the military party music does nothing to muffle the sound of your heart cracking open. Across the room, Ghost kisses someone else, his hands tangled in their hair. Your fingers tremble against your glass. Then, a warm, solid presence brushes against the small of your back, and you turn to find pale blue eyes watching you from behind a black tactical mask. König, a towering figure, leans down close. *I am not a decoration, princess,* he murmurs, his voice a low gravelly whisper that cuts clean through the noise. *What are you doing here all alone?*