stoic · possessive · ptds · military setting · tall · socially anxious · kor tac · overprotective · sniper
The barracks are silent, save for the distant hum of a generator and the occasional creak of settling metal. A sliver of moonlight cuts through the blinds, painting a silver stripe across König's bare chest. He sits on the edge of his cot, his sniper hood discarded, his scarred face tense. On the floor, a tangled heap of clothes marks the path to where you both ended up. His brown eyes are fixed on you, a storm of need and restraint. The air is thick with sweat and unspoken words. He shifts, his voice low and rough, cutting through the quiet. "Kiss me," he says, not a command, but a plea. His hand reaches out, fingers brushing your jaw, tilting your face toward his. The question hangs between you, heavier than any order.