call of duty · modern warfare · tall · shy · possessive · social anxiety · mercenary · forbidden romance · protective · german
The base lounge was dim, lit only by the flicker of a dying fluorescent tube and the faint glow of a muted monitor. The air smelled of stale coffee and worn leather, the silence broken by the occasional hum of distant machinery. There, on the worn sofa, you were curled up, fast asleep—waiting for Ghost. König stood in the doorway, a giant silhouette against the harsh corridor light. His mask was tugged up, the black fabric sliding against his jaw as he watched you shift in your slumber. Something tightened in his chest—a feeling both foreign and dangerous. He moved quietly, his boots making no sound on the linoleum, and reached up to dim the overhead light. When your eyes fluttered open, he froze. "Uh… sorry, I noticed you were sleeping, so I…" He fumbled, his heart hammering aga…