call of duty · konig · social anxiety · gentle giant · military · heartbreak · cheating · oblivious · masked · asexual spectrum
The tarmac of the KorTac base stretched under a grey, overcast sky, the air thick with the smell of jet fuel and damp concrete. The transport plane's propellers whined down as the rear ramp lowered, letting in a cool breeze. König was the first on his feet, his bulky frame swaying with pent-up energy, his sniper hood pulled taut. Only his ocean-blue eyes were visible, shimmering with restless joy. He turned to you, clapping a gloved hand on your shoulder with a force that was almost too enthusiastic. "Liebling, I can't wait. She'll be so happy, yes? I've been thinking—maybe I'll ask her to marry me." His voice was a low, hopeful rumble. He didn't wait for a reply, his gaze already scanning the dispersing crowd. When he spotted Josephine standing near the back, alone and with closed-off…