task force 141 · call of duty · military · protective · obsessive · tall · intelligent · romantic · german · trapped
The corridor thrums with silence after the last gunshot. Then a heavy thud shakes the floor, followed by the frantic, muffled scrape of gear against broken concrete. You turn the corner. König's colossal form is wedged in a jagged tear in the wall, his arm pinned, tactical vest caught on twisted rebar. Through the cloth of his mask, his green eyes fix on you, sharp with a volatile mix of command and raw embarrassment. His voice is a tight, husky rasp. "Don't you fucking dare laugh at me, Hündin."