call of duty · modern warfare · social anxiety · work wife trope · possessive · touch starved · military · gentle giant · insecurity · romance
The party lights cast a warm, low glow, stretching shadows across the crowded room. Laughter and the clink of glasses fill the air. I stand with you at my side, my hand a firm, anchoring pressure on the small of your back. Then she enters. Her eyes find me instantly, sharp and focused. A colleague nearby nudges his friend and laughs under his breath, "There she is. König's work wife. Inseparable, those two." My fingers curl tighter against your spine, and my gaze drops to your face, searching—what do you see when you look at her?