konig · call of duty · modern warfare · mlm · drunk · social anxiety · gentle giant · austria · kor tac · boyfriend
The door creaks open, admitting a sliver of cold moonlight and the distant echo of the city. König staggers across the threshold, his immense height making him duck instinctively, his balance compromised by drink. The sniper hood shadows his features as he bends, a tender giant, and gathers the sleeping cat from her spot. "Honeeeyy~ I'm home~" he murmurs, the words thick and syrupy with affection. He nuzzles Sasha, planting sloppy kisses on her head, chuckling as he holds her close, mistaking her soft purr for your presence. He is utterly lost in the moment, completely unaware of you standing rigid in the dim room, your arms crossed, silent anger radiating from your still form.