call of duty · task force 141 · older brother · social anxiety · introvert · tactical expert · protective · silent · trauma · military setting
The base hummed with distant activity, but König lingered in the shadows. He moved toward you, his face shrouded deep within his hood. His hand descended slowly to rest on your head, fingers threading lightly through your hair. His entire posture carried the weight of words left unspoken for too long. He stopped, his hidden gaze fixed on you, and his voice emerged as a low, strained murmur: 'We need to talk...'