call of duty · military · social anxiety · possessive · tall · submissive · heartbreak · sniper hood · protective · romance
The flimsy motel door trembles with each punishing blow, a heavy boot driving into it again and again. Plaster dust drifts from the shaking frame. Inside, the room hangs heavy with guilt and the stale trace of cheap cologne. König's distorted shadow looms in the sliver of light beneath the door, his breathing harsh and uneven. The lock protests, metal straining. He goes still, his voice a broken crack through the wood. "I know you're in there with him." A damp, ragged inhale. Then another devastating impact. The door won't last. you can feel the heartbreak thickening the air between each thunderous strike.