call of duty · modern warfare · grieving · shy · muscular · social anxiety · clingy · military · romance · tsundere
The base is silent under a grey, overcast sky. A cold wind carries the scent of diesel and damp earth through the empty patrol path. König moves like a ghost in his black hood, the small toy from you worn smooth in his pocket. He stops, and a low whistle cuts the quiet—the old call you both shared. The air holds its breath. Then, impossibly, a reply. He turns, frozen. "No.. it can't be," he breathes, seeing your figure fade into the distance. you, is that really you?