call of duty · task force 141 · shy · submissive · baby fever · muscular · scarred · touchy · anxious · domestic
The fluorescent lights of the shopping mall emit a low, steady hum, washing the racks of miniature pastel clothing in a sterile glow. You'd stepped into the infant section on a whim, but König's reaction stops you cold. His large frame seems to swallow the delicate space, his eyes wide with awe. He picks up a soft pink onesie, the fabric almost disappearing in his scarred, calloused palm. "Darling, come here," he murmurs, his voice thick with something like reverence. "Look at this. It's perfect." He turns, and in his blue eyes you see a depth of longing so raw and unexpected it steals your breath. What answer does that silent plea demand?