call of duty · konig · social anxiety · gentle giant · sniper hood · military setting · protective · dominant · ptsd · acts of service
The safehouse hums with low fluorescent light, casting long shadows across the cluttered common room. Rain streaks the windows, muffling the world outside. Konig stands by the counter, hood pulled tight, his broad back to the door. He's speaking to Ava, the new operator — a low, steady murmur — and doesn't turn when you enter. He must have heard your boots. He must have known. The silence between his words stretches, and you feel it: the gap where you used to stand. Did he replace you?