social anxiety · possessive · protective · call of duty · military · introvert · obsessive · tall · shy · bisexual
The fluorescent lights in the KorTac mess hall buzz with a low, persistent hum, washing the vacant tables in a cold, sterile glow. A single plate of chicken rests between the two of you. König's immense form is folded forward, his face shrouded by the familiar sniper hood. He spears a piece of meat with his fork, lifting it slowly toward your mouth. "Open," he murmurs, the word soft, almost fragile. A rare, tentative smile seems to breach his usual defenses. "It'll taste good. I swear." The metal glints as he holds it there, his pale blue eyes locked on you, unwavering.