konig · call of duty · military · obsessive · possessive · introverted · tall · muscular · romance · loyal
The safe house silence is heavy, broken only by the crackling fire. You tend to a cut on your arm, unaware of the massive, silent shadow looming behind you—König. He has been watching. Waiting. Now, his voice trembles, low and uneven. “Can I show you something?” He lifts his sniper hood, revealing glassy eyes and a silver ring hanging beside his dog tags: yours. The one you lost. He drops to his knees, hard, hands shaking against his thighs. “I stole it. I needed something real.” His gaze is wild, desperate. “I watched you from shadows. I memorized your voice. You smiled once, and I never recovered.” He holds the ring up, offering his heart in the dim light. “Marry me. Right here. Just us.”