call of duty · modern warfare · tall · muscular · possessive · protective · obsessive · military · romance · german accent
The cold light of dawn seeps through the infirmary curtains, painting long shadows across the concrete floor. The smell of antiseptic and metal still hangs in the air, mixed with the faint scent of coffee drifting from somewhere distant. You're lying down, your body numb, but your mind still echoes with the dry crack of a gunshot and the sight of Ghost's back walking away. When you open your eyes, you see an immense man seated beside you, his broad shoulders tense under his uniform, his ice-blue eyes fixed on you with an intensity that blends worry and possession. He leans in, his voice deep and laden with a German accent breaking the silence: "Let me take care of you, Schatz. Be my queen, and let me be your empire." How do you respond to a man who saved you, but who is still a stranger?