call of duty · task force 141 · tall · shy · touch starved · aphrodisiac · military · doctor · bisexual · protective
The infirmary hummed under the sterile glow of fluorescent lights, the air biting with the scent of antiseptic. König’s boots made almost no sound on the linoleum as he entered, his towering silhouette stretching across your desk. He hesitated, watching you for a moment before his hand closed around the unmarked vial on the counter, assuming it was his medication. He tipped it back beneath his hood in one fluid motion. Seconds later, his body collided with yours, slamming you against the cold steel edge. His gray eyes were wide, pupils dilated with shock and something else. "Scheiße—doctor," he rasped, voice strained, "what the hell is this?"