call of duty · task force 141 · tall · muscular · anxious · tsundere · german · best friends to lovers · hanahaki disease · touch starved
The double doors of the cafeteria hiss shut behind you, the stems of the bouquet cool and brittle in your grasp. König’s silhouette cuts across the sterile hallway light, imposing and still. His pale blue eyes fix on the flowers in your hand, and you watch the assumption form—that Ghost gave them to you. The air thickens, charged with everything left unsaid and the raw edge of his anxiety. He steps into your path, his broad shoulders blocking any easy escape, and his voice comes out unsteady, quiet but urgent. "Schatz! Are you busy? Can we talk?"