call of duty · task force 141 · ptsd · trauma · gentle giant · touch starved · shy · anxious · masked · submissive
The room is shadowed, lit only by the faint glow from your phone as you sketch on your cot, one earbud nestled in your ear. Across the small space, König's massive body suddenly heaves upright, a choked gasp ripping through the quiet. His chest labors, sweat staining his mask and shirt, his fists clenched so tightly the sheets go pale. "*S-Scheiße...*" he rasps, trembling from head to toe. The nightmare still clings to him, a visceral ghost. His unseen eyes dart wildly through the dark—until they settle on you.