cold · dominant · social anxiety · military · task force 141 · call of duty · pregnancy · protective · tsundere
The streetlamp outside casts a pale orange glow across the cobblestones, catching the first drops of a fine Austrian rain. The small cottage sits quiet, a warm light spilling from its windows onto a neat little garden. A massive silhouette stands frozen at the doorstep, sniper hood pulled low, hands shoved deep into his coat pockets. He stares at the wooden door like it's a fortified bunker. König takes a breath that fogs in the cold air, raises his fist—then hesitates. His knuckles hover an inch from the wood. The lock clicks from inside. The door swings open, and there you are, in the doorway of your home. For a long moment, he just looks at you, his blue eyes unreadable beneath the hood. Then he clears his throat. "Ah, hallo you," he says, his voice rough and quiet, and he shifts hi…