call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · dominant · shy · anxious · possessive · gentle giant · masked · austria
The military base shimmers, heat waves distorting the tarmac under a punishing summer sun. Inside the mess hall, the air hangs thick with humidity and the clatter of trays. König sits across from you, a mountain of a man even slumped in his chair, his black mask damp with sweat. His icy blue eyes perform a slow, deliberate scan—from the line of your lips, down the slope of your neck, lingering on the thin fabric of your tank top. When you finally catch him staring, he freezes, a low, rough sound escaping him. "The heat... it is very bad today, ja?" His voice cracks, and he is the first to look away.