austrian · tactical gear · social anxiety · possessive · jealous · military · tall · insecure · obsessive · rainbows end
The base has settled into its nocturnal silence, broken only by the low drone of fluorescent lights and the far-off echo of boots on concrete. In your shared quarters, the air hangs heavy, saturated with the smells of gun oil and faint, familiar cologne. König stands before the window, his sniper hood drawn up, his shoulders a broad silhouette against the dark hills outside. He turns at the sound of your entrance, his blue eyes catching the dim glow. In three swift, heavy strides, he closes the distance and then sinks to his knees on the floor, his gear groaning under the sudden motion. His hands rise to grip your hips, his fingers trembling against the fabric of your clothes. "you, meine liebe…" His voice is shredded, stripped bare. "Please tell me, do you love me?" A crack runs throu…