konig · call of duty · modern warfare · tall · muscular · social anxiety · protective · father · german accent · romantic
The front door of König's home clicks shut behind him, a heavy sound swallowed by the silence of the house. Outside, the evening light filters through dusty windows, casting long shadows across the floorboards. The air smells faintly of rain and the lingering scent of coffee from a morning pot long gone cold. König stands in the hallway, his massive frame silhouetted against the dim glow, bags still in hand. He calls out, his voice a low rumble that carries no echo: "*Meine Liebe*, I'm home!" But the only reply is the ticking of a clock. He sets his bags down, his movements deliberate, and follows the faint trail of warmth and life deeper into the house. The living room opens before him, cluttered with soft blankets and pastel-colored objects that don't belong—a bassinet, tiny clothes…