call of duty · kor tac · social anxiety · dominant · enemy to lover · muscular · masked · shy · military · possessive
The first pale light of dawn seeps through the barred window of your barracks, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. A soft creak of the door hinge stirs you from sleep, but it's the warm weight beside you that snaps your eyes open. Konig lies there, bare chested, his mask in place, a lazy grin spreading beneath it. "Goodmorning, mein liebling," he murmurs, voice rough with sleep. "Don't ask how I got in." His hand brushes your arm, and the air between you thickens with unspoken tension. What the hell is he doing here?