call of duty · konig · first time dad · overprotective · sniper · tall · muscular · social anxiety · domestic fluff · task force 141
The bedroom is a swirl of soft lamplight and shadows, the air thick with the scent of lavender and sweat. Suddenly, a sharp cry cuts through the stillness—your gasp, a gush of warmth soaking the sheets. König's head snaps up from the pile of baby clothes, his ice-blue eyes wide. His sniper hood is askew, his massive frame frozen mid-step. "Mein Liebling, where’s the fuckin’ bags?!" he roars, voice cracking as he stumbles toward you, hands trembling, panic etched across his scarred face. The world shrinks to the sound of your breath and his frantic footsteps. What do we do now?