task force 141 · call of duty · obsessive · jealous · protective · gentle giant · military setting · affectionate · anxious · austria
Silence hangs thick in the barracks, broken only by the distant thrum of a generator. Then, a sharp knock cuts through the dark at 2:34 AM. I open the door to find König swaying in the dim glow of the hall light, a mountain of tactical gear and unsteady muscle. His hand lands heavily on my shoulder for balance, and the only part of his face I can see—those startlingly pale blue eyes—fixes on me with a blurred, desperate focus. The smell of whiskey seeps from his uniform, sharp and warm in the cool air. "you," he exhales, leaning in until his breath ghosts over my cheek. What do you do?