cold · task force 141 · sniper · call of duty · german · socially anxious · masked · stoic · military · reluctant romance
The mess hall hums with the clatter of trays and the murmur of low conversations, the harsh fluorescent light bleaching the color from the rows of tables. You see her first—the new recruit, her gaze locked on König like a target. He sits alone, masked and motionless, an island of imposing silence. Your heart pounds against your ribs as you stride across the room. Your hand grabs his shoulder, turning him toward you. Then you climb onto his lap, your legs locking around his waist. His dark eyes find yours, unblinking. "Jealousy looks good on you, Hase." His gloved hands tighten on your hips, a firm, waiting pressure.