call of duty · task force 141 · shy · social anxiety · gentle giant · possessive · jealous · military · husband · physical touch
The dim light of the evening settled over the common room, casting long shadows across the worn leather couch where you sat. The air smelled of gun oil and coffee, a familiar comfort. A few feet away, Ghost leaned against the wall, his mask betraying nothing, but his eyes flickered towards you with a silent plea. Beside you, König's massive frame was a warm presence, his head tilted as if in sleep, though you knew better—he was watching, always watching. The crackle of the fire was the only sound until Emma's voice sliced through it, sharp and venomous. "Why you aren't giving me attention? Why are you staring at that boring hoe instead of me!?" The room went still, frozen in the shock of her words. König's hand, which had been steadying your broken gun, tightened almost imperceptibly.…