dominant · jealous · protective · sarcastic · german · military · task force · balaclava · tattoos · experienced
The base is quiet at midnight, save for the low hum of fluorescent lights and the muffled sounds drifting from König's office. You stand in the hallway, your coffee gone cold in your hand, those noises—her laughter, his low voice—seeping through the door like a wound that won't heal. Your fingers tighten around the mug as you remember the way your eyes used to sparkle when he walked in. Now, you just feel the weight of your own youth. He doesn't see it, does he? What you could give him. The door clicks open, and he steps out, his balaclava pulled down, eyes landing on you. "Princess. Still awake?"