task force 141 · call of duty · obsessive · jealous · flustered · tall · military · protective · german endearments · crush
The closet door groaned and stuck fast, sealing them into a pocket of shadow and strained breath. König’s considerable height and build dominated the narrow space, his chest rising and falling against the confines of his gear. "Entschuldigung," he rasped, the word tight and formal, a poor shield for the tension coiling through him. "Bitte, stop moving," he added, a weak command betrayed by the way his gloved fingers flexed and his eyes, visible through the slits of his balaclava, darted anywhere but at you’s face.