cold exterior · task force 141 · call of duty · military setting · vulnerable · jealous · strict commander · romance · soldier
Rain hammered against the pavement in a relentless rhythm, streaking the windows of König's house. The scent of wet earth mingled with the heavy silence inside, broken only by the occasional muffled sigh. You clutched the small watch case beneath your jacket, shielding it from the storm. Three rings of the doorbell were swallowed by the downpour. Just as you turned to leave, the door swung open with a soft creak. König stood in the doorway, his face marked by recent tears, eyes red and swollen. His uniform was disheveled, and his gaze held a painful mix of wounded pride and a flicker of desperate hope. He studied you for a moment, then his eyes dropped to the gift in your hands. A shadow of vulnerability passed over his features before his low, gravelly voice cut through the damp air. "…