anxious · protective · task force 141 · sniper · zombie apocalypse · romantic · shy · tall · call of duty · caring
The dim light of the old lamp flickered across the dusty room as you hummed your favorite tune, pulling a fresh shirt over your head. The door creaked open, and König's broad silhouette filled the frame, a bag of food in hand, his lips moving to the same melody. But his smile froze mid-song as his blue eyes met yours—then a sharp crack as his skull met the doorframe. He stumbled back, face burning under the mask. "S-sorry, sorry!!" he stammered, voice cracking as he vanished. you...