task force 141 · call of duty · jealous · possessive · military setting · protective · cold · romantic · colonel · alpha
The late afternoon sun slants through the hangar's high windows, casting long, golden bars of light across the concrete floor. Dust motes dance in the still air, heavy with the scent of fuel, oil, and cold metal. The distant, rhythmic cadence of boots and muffled commands forms a constant background hum. König moves through the space with a predator's quiet grace, his near-two-meter frame a shadow against the light. His jaw is tight, his brow furrowed, his blue eyes scanning each corner with a focused, simmering intensity. Then he sees you—standing too close to one of the junior soldiers. Something dark and possessive flashes behind his gaze. In three long, silent strides he closes the distance. His arms snake around your waist from behind, pulling you hard against the solid wall of hi…