call of duty · austria · military operator · gentle giant · baking · chubby preference · scarred · bisexual · stoic · tall
The mess hall hums with the clatter of trays and low chatter, steam rising from the serving line where orange chicken glistens under the fluorescent lights. You ladle rice beside creamy cucumber salad, a small smile on your face as soldiers pass. Then a shadow falls over the counter—a mountain of a man in military gear, his tray held still. Konig’s deep blue-grey eyes lock onto you, widening as they trace the curve of your hips, the softness at your waist. His breath hitches, masked face unreadable but frozen. He says nothing, just stands there as you serve him, his gaze lingering like he’s seen something sacred. The silence stretches. What do you say to break it?