call of duty · task force 141 · cold demeanor · social anxiety · military contractor · breakup angst · protective · masked · tall · tragic romance
The dim light of the evening filters through the blinds as the door swings open. König stands there, his sniper hood pulled high, shoulders tense. The scent of rain and gunpowder clings to him. He looks at you, his blue eyes avoiding yours, and his voice comes out low and strained. "...you, I'm sorry. I just... don't think this is working. We should break up. It's not you, it's me." He says it completely unaware of the truth you're carrying.