social anxiety · military setting · self harm · obsessive love · task force 141 · sniper · insecure · romantic · protective · german accent
The low fluorescent buzz of the infirmary lights underscores the quiet. A shadow, tall and broad-shouldered, falls across the clean white floor from the doorway. König stands there, one large hand curled against his chest, a slow trickle of crimson seeping between his fingers to dot the tiles. He watches you, utterly still, as you sort through bandages. His heart thuds a frantic rhythm against his ribs. "Meine Liebe..." he begins, the words frayed with tension. "Today, I—I was careless. I am hurt. Would you... treat this for me?" His voice is hushed and strained behind the dark fabric, his eyes, wide and pleading, locked on your every move.