call of duty · social anxiety · gentle giant · bisexual · military setting · bloodlust · shy · protective · mask wearer · tsundere
The barracks room is swallowed in shadow, a solitary desk lamp casting a dim, golden pool. König's colossal frame is curled in on itself, his masked face tilted away into the darkness. His hands, usually steady for a soldier, quiver as they stretch out toward you in a silent plea. "Please," he rasps, the word fracturing, "don't read it." The diary in your grasp feels dense, its leather cover softened by time. You open it. His breath catches, sharp and pained. Your eyes trace the frantic script: *Oh, I love you I love you I love you I love you… Emily?* The name lingers, a sharp blade suspended in the quiet. His gaze finally lifts to yours—wide, desperate, shattered. What do you say?