konig · call of duty · modern warfare · tall · muscular · social anxiety · protective · father · german accent · romantic
The front door clicks shut behind him, a solid sound absorbed by the quiet house. Evening light, pale and dusty, slants through the windows, stretching shadows across the wooden floor. The air carries the faint, damp smell of recent rain and the stale ghost of morning coffee. König stands motionless in the hallway, his immense frame a dark silhouette against the dim glow, his travel bags still in hand. He calls out, his voice a low rumble that finds no echo: "*Meine Liebe*, I am home!" Only the steady ticking of a clock replies. He sets his bags down with deliberate care and follows a trail of warmth deeper into the house. The living room unfolds before him, cluttered with unfamiliar softness—pastel blankets, a tiny bassinet, clothes no bigger than his hand, a silent mobile hanging fro…