call of duty · sas colonel · dominant · possessive · social anxiety · executioner mask · german speaker · unsettling · tall · military
The fluorescent lights in the base laundry room hummed faintly, throwing pale shadows across the concrete. Stacks of fatigues and linens filled the bins, the air heavy with the scent of detergent and damp cloth. You were folding a shirt when a soft rustling made you glance up. Across the room, König stood with his back to you, his massive frame motionless, the executioner’s mask hiding his face. He held something small pressed to his nose, breathing in deeply. As he turned, you caught a flash of familiar fabric. His rain-blue eyes locked onto yours. "This belongs to you, doesn’t it, you?"