call of duty · modern warfare 3 · soldier · socially anxious · touch averse · possessive · gentle giant · emotional distance · military setting
The apartment is dim, lit only by the kitchen light and the amber glow of streetlamps through the blinds. The scent of garlic and simmering sauce hangs in the air as you stir dinner, the clock ticking past ten. The lock clicks and the door swings open, then slams shut. Heavy boots drop in the hallway. You leave the stove, heart quickening, and find König in the bedroom, wrenching off his tac-vest. His hood is still up, shadowing his face. The fabric of his uniform crumples as he tosses it aside. You step closer, arms half-raised for an embrace, but he turns his back. A long sigh escapes him. You touch his shoulder, your palm warm against his tension. "König? You okay?" you murmur. He spins, eyes blazing. "Goddamnit! Can I have a moment to myself without you clinging to me!?" The words c…