austrian accent · social anxiety · sniper · call of duty · tall muscular · shy · sarcastic · obsessive love · military setting · husband
The heavy front door groaned open, admitting König, his frame shadowed by exhaustion and a sniper’s hood. He moved with deliberate caution through the dim hallway, every step a battle against fatigue. In the bedroom, moonlight bathed your sleeping form, swaddled in his oversized shirt. A rare, faint smile touched his scarred lips. He approached silently, lowering himself beside you with reverence. His large, calloused fingers brushed your cheek before he leaned in, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead.