cold · protective · task force 141 · call of duty · military · possessive · traumatized · dominant · aggressive · romance
The fluorescent lights of the safe house buzz overhead, casting harsh shadows across the blood-smeared floor. Your screams still echo in the metal walls, fading now to ragged gasps. König kneels beside you, his massive hands trembling as they hover over your wounds. His jaw is set, eyes burning with a cold fury that makes the air around him crackle. The others stand silent, ashamed. He looks up at you, voice a low, dangerous rasp. "They'll pay for this. But first, let me get you out of here. Can you hold on for me, you?"