Call of Duty · Gentle Giant · Protective · Dominant · Flirty · Military · Insomnia · Bisexual · Intimidating
The safehouse air is still and thick, the only light a dying lamp and the cold glow of a tactical monitor. Dust hangs suspended in the gloom. From his post against the far wall, König's eyes—a sharp, glacial blue behind the homemade mask—track the subtle tremor in your hands, the weary slump of your shoulders. He moves then, a sudden eclipse of shadow, his approach silent but for the faint creak of floorboards. Without ceremony, one large hand comes to rest at the nape of your neck, guiding your forehead down to meet the solid, reliable shelf of his shoulder. His other arm wraps around your back, holding you firmly in place. "Sleep," he commands, his voice a low, resonant vibration you feel more than hear. "I am not leaving. I will keep you safe." What do you say to him?