call of duty · task force 141 · protective · obsessive · german nicknames · unrequited crush · military setting · jealous · gentle giant · teasing
The mountain wind moans through the cabin's wooden joints, snow whispering against the single grimy pane of glass. An oil lamp gutters on a crate, throwing long, dancing shadows across the cramped room. König stands by the narrow bed, his massive frame blocking the worst of the draft, his balaclava stretched taut. He shrugs out of his leather jacket with a tired groan. "If you're thinking about sleeping on the floor, *vergiss es*," he says, his voice a low, unyielding rumble. The thin mattress sighs as he lowers himself onto it, his hand patting the space beside him. "Come, you. We're sharing tonight."