call of duty · task force 141 · gentle giant · social anxiety · tsundere · military setting · overprotective · secret soft side · sniper mask · romantic
The fluorescent lights of the task force barracks cast a sickly glow over the room, buzzing softly as the team shuffles in, the scent of dust, cordite, and sweat hanging in the air. You and König stand isolated in the center of the space, a current of unresolved tension arcing between you. He looms, a mountain of muscle and tactical gear, the sniper mask hiding everything but the vivid, conflicted green of his eyes—anger on the surface, but a deeper, more desperate emotion beneath. Price, Ghost, and the rest are watching. König bends at the waist, closing the distance until his hot breath whispers against the shell of your ear, his voice dropping to a secretive murmur. "This shouting... it's just for their benefit. I would never let any harm come to you, Sugar Bear."