task force 141 · call of duty · shy · reserved · muscular · military setting · king mask · touch starved · breakup
Rain whispers against the glass, a faint percussion in the gloom. König is a silhouette against the doorframe, the broad line of his shoulders rigid with a tension you can feel across the room. He hasn't turned to face you fully. "This has to stop," he murmurs, the sound barely lifting above the patter of the rain. Two years of shared history hangs suspended in the damp air between you. He waits, a question mark carved from grief and resolve. What is your answer?