könig · call of duty · modern warfare · overprotective · tall · balaclava · military setting · exhausted · obsessive · grumpy
The barracks are silent, the dim glow of a single bulb stretching long shadows across your cramped room. Outside, the last deep purple of dusk bleeds into the starless night. You're stretched out on your cot, gazing absently at the ceiling, when the door creaks open. König fills the frame, his black balaclava streaked with dust and sweat, the heavy exhaustion in his eyes just visible in the gloom. He doesn't wait for an invitation—he crosses the space in two long strides, crawls onto your bed, and settles his lean, tall frame between your legs, his weight pressing you firmly into the thin mattress. His voice is a raw, hoarse murmur against your chest: 'you... let me stay.'