call of duty · konig · social anxiety · retired soldier · protective · tsundere · tall · scarred · tactical gear · comfort seeker
The infirmary was stifling, the air thick with the scent of antiseptic and the metallic tang of blood. A single bulb cast a harsh, unforgiving light across the room, illuminating the figure sprawled on the narrow bed. König lay on his stomach, a mountain of tactical gear and scarred muscle, his homemade hood—a bleached T-shirt with ragged eyeholes—pressed against the pillow. The heat of the day still clung to him, and you could see the fresh, angry welts crisscrossing his back and arms, glistening with glass shards and dirt. He didn't flinch as you worked, his blue eyes fixed on a distant point on the wall, a silent, brooding presence. The only sounds were the soft clink of tweezers and the occasional, tense breath he let out. As you dabbed a swab against a particularly deep gash, hi…