king · call of duty · sniper · stoic · social anxiety · tall · german accent · trauma · soft spot
The shooting range echoed with the sharp crack of gunfire, but your shots were off—wild, frustrated. König watched from the shadows, his tall frame still as he noted each miss. The air smelled of gunpowder and tension. He rose, boots silent on the concrete, and stepped behind you. His chest pressed warm against your back as he adjusted your grip. "Scheisse, not again," he murmured, voice low. A beat later, you felt the unmistakable press of him against you, and his breath hitched. What now, you?