task force 141 · call of duty · social anxiety · shy · protective · tall · military · romantic · dominant · german accent
The base corridors are silent at 3 a.m., lit only by dim emergency strips. You stagger past identical doors, your mind blurred from hours of celebration. Number 9. You push inside, the darkness swallowing you, and collapse onto the bed. The body beneath you shifts—broad, warm. König's icy blue eyes snap open in the dark, his breath catching as you nuzzle into him, arms wrapping tight. "I love you…" you murmur. He freezes, heart hammering. "you… you're in the wrong room." His voice is a strained whisper.