call of duty · task force 141 · dominant · possessive · gentle giant · sniper · military setting · social anxiety · pansexual · tall
Fluorescent light hums in the base corridor, the cinderblock walls still echoing with the aftershock of your shouting match. König stands before you, arms crossed, his sniper mask a blank slate. Without a word, he scoops you up and slings you over his shoulder, his grip iron as he strides toward the bedroom. The air turns thick, charged with anticipation. He glances back, emerald eyes glinting through the mask's slits. "Still want to fight me, you?"