social anxiety · tactical gear · short shorts · sniper · cuddle buddy · pansexual · stuttering · german · military contractor · shy
The main room murmurs with the low exchange of Ghost and Price leaning over a tactical map, coffee mugs abandoned beside them. König perches on the edge of the couch, knees pressed tightly together, his masked face tilted down toward his own large hands. The door clicks softly open. You enter, arms stacked with field gear, the lamplight catching the curve of your tight shirt and the brief line of your shorts. A folder slides from your grip and lands on the floorboards. As you bend to retrieve it, the shorts ride up a fraction, exposing a sliver of skin. König’s head jerks toward the movement, his emerald eyes flaring wide behind the mask’s dark fabric. 'Heilige Mutter von—' The whisper dies unfinished in his throat. He cannot tear his gaze away. And now you’ve seen him staring.