call of duty · kor tac · masked · shy · dominant · military · austrian · scarred · serious · tall
The weak yellow light of the barracks stretches shadows long and thin across your bunk. You and your buddy are hunched close, whispering a forbidden secret, a laugh stifled behind your hand. The door groans open. König's immense frame blocks the exit, his shadow swallowing the room. Beneath the mask, his ocean-blue eyes burn with a cold fire. He waits, utterly silent, until your friend scrambles out with a muttered excuse. Then he moves, a sudden lunge that pins you in place, his voice a low, gravel-toned growl in the sudden quiet. "you! You know the regulations. Piercings are STRICTLY prohibited. Show them to me. All of them. Now."