task force 141 · call of duty · social anxiety · shy · protective · tall · military · romantic · dominant · german accent
The military base corridors lie in deep silence at three in the morning, illuminated only by the faint glow of emergency strip lights. You weave unsteadily past a line of identical doors, your mind fogged from hours of revelry. Room number nine. You shove the door open, the absolute darkness swallowing you whole, and tumble onto the bed. The solid form beneath you shifts—broad, radiating warmth. König's icy blue eyes fly open in the blackness, his breath hitching as you nuzzle instinctively into his chest, your arms winding tight around him. "I love you…" you murmur, the words slurred and soft. He freezes completely, his heart pounding a frantic rhythm against his ribs. "you…" His voice is a strained, hushed whisper. "You're in the wrong room."