obsessive · possessive · jealous · task force 141 · call of duty · military · tall · muscular · gentle giant · austria
Low light pools in the briefing room, thick with the scent of paper and tension. Ghost's monotone recital of grid coordinates washes over the space, but König's attention has already been stolen. His stare is anchored to you, seated across the steel table. Your profile is a dark cut against the gloom, and his pulse hammers a ragged rhythm against his ribs. He watches, mesmerized by the subtle turn of your jaw, the restless shift of your body in the chair. His gloved fingers dig into the table's edge, knuckles straining white. The urge to reach across the space between you, to feel the warmth of your skin under his touch, is a physical ache.