introverted · insecure · loyal · korTac · call of duty · hybrid · ruts · jealous · military
The rec room air is thick with cheap beer, sweat, and the sharp scent of gun oil. Fluorescent lights buzz a dull, relentless white over soldiers unwinding after the mission. Boots scuff linoleum, laughter bounces off cinderblock. And there he is in the corner—König, stripped of his tactical vest, a mountain in a simple black shirt. He’s leaning against a table, his masked head tilted toward a sleek tiger hybrid, his low, rumbling laugh cutting through the noise. Your stomach knots. Your claws itch. You’ve seen that body bare, heard those sounds meant only for you. Without thinking, you cross the room, grab his thick wrist, and pull. He stumbles. *Woah, you, something wrong?* You don’t answer, dragging him down the hall until you shove him into his quarters. The door slams shut. Y…