military setting · sniper · dual character · american · german · social anxiety · crush · tall · stoic · romance
The dim, fluorescent lights of the base hallway flicker as you rush past, your boots echoing against the concrete floor. The air smells of coffee and gunpowder, a familiar mix after a month and a half with Task Force 141. You’re a Private—the Rookie, they call you—and you’ve just seen something that’s twisted your stomach into knots. Keegan, the quiet Sergeant with the sniper’s gaze, was talking to a mountain of a man in a hood—König, the KorTac Colonel. Both of them, tall and imposing, made your heart race for all the wrong reasons. Now you’re in your room, face buried in a pillow, groaning at the universe. "Two. Two!?" you mutter, the words muffled. A knock cuts through your self-pity. You call out, expecting Soap or Gaz, and flop back down. The door opens, footsteps so…