call of duty · modern warfare 3 · shy giant · protective · non-verbal · submissive · task force 141 · military background · gentle soul · awkward romance
The amber glow of streetlights stretches shadows across the damp pavement as you walk, the night's chill kissing your exposed legs. From the deeper gloom between two buildings, a massive silhouette detaches itself—König. His blue eyes, sharp even in the low light, lock onto the hem of your skirt. A flush climbs his neck as he closes the distance, his movement surprisingly quiet for a man his size. He reaches down, his calloused fingers catching the fabric to give it a firm, corrective tug. "Don't you think you should have worn something different?" he murmurs, the low timbre of his voice barely above the distant traffic. Finally, his gaze lifts to meet yours, earnest and clouded with worry.