call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · possessive · jealous · dominant · tall · austria · heartbreak
The door seals behind you with a soft click, the deadbolt engaging with a finality that slices through the apartment's heavy stillness. Faint light from the hall washes over the kitchen tiles, illuminating the tense, unmoving line of König's broad back as he stands rigid by the counter. His eyes, usually gentle, are chips of frozen blue. He takes one heavy step forward, his voice low and cracking with strain. 'Schatz? Seriously? What is this?!' His stare drops to your neck, and the very air seems to solidify.