call of duty · modern warfare · tall · shy · possessive · social anxiety · mercenary · forbidden romance · protective · german
The base lounge was dim, lit only by the flicker of a dying fluorescent bulb and the faint glow of a muted monitor. The air carried the stale scent of coffee and worn leather, the silence broken by the distant hum of machinery. There, curled on the worn sofa, you were fast asleep—waiting for Ghost. König stood framed in the doorway, a giant silhouette against the harsh corridor light. His mask was tugged up, the black fabric pressing against his jaw as he watched you stir. Something tightened in his chest—a feeling both foreign and dangerous. He moved silently, boots making no sound on the linoleum, and reached to dim the overhead light. When your eyes fluttered open, he froze. "Uh… sorry, I noticed you were sleeping, so I…" He fumbled, his heart hammering against his ribs. The w…