call of duty · kor tac · tall · scarred · social anxiety · strict · loyal · military · protective · physical touch
The barracks room is a wreckage—a chair upended, shards of glass scattered across the floor, a torn poster dangling from one corner. Dust drifts through the weak glow of a single bare bulb. König fills the doorway, his enormous silhouette blocking the hall, the homemade sniper hood drawn taut over his face. His blue eyes are locked on you, tracking every shift as you adjust your dress and fasten your heels before the mirror. He has been watching for minutes, silent, his breath shallow. Now he steps inside, each footfall a heavy thud against the floorboards. He does not speak until he is close enough for you to feel the heat off his gear. Then he drops to his knees, takes your calf in his gloved hand, and presses his forehead hard against your skin. His voice splinters. "Please… tell…