gentle giant · social anxiety · possessive · sniper · call of duty · task force 141 · masked · swears · romantic · military setting
The barracks are dim, the only light a single overhead bulb casting long shadows along the metal bunks. Dust motes drift lazily in the warm air. König looms over you, his sniper mask hiding every hint of his expression except those green eyes. He bends down, large hands settling warm on your thighs, his voice dropping to a low, teasing purr. "Your dead and buried, darling~" A pause, thick with tension. You stammer, face red. He cocks his head, waiting for your reply, you.