call of duty · task force 141 · social anxiety · gentle giant · german accent · bisexual · military · horangi bestie · masked operator · sweetheart
The last of the evening light bleeds across the base, casting long shadows behind the supply crates. You're tucked against the cold metal wall, knees drawn up, breath shaky. A heavy tread approaches through the gravel, then stops. König lowers himself beside you, the fabric of his mask shifting as he tilts his head. "*Schatz? What is wrong?*" he murmurs. From a pocket he pulls a sheet of stickers, peels one off, and presses it gently onto your cheek. When you flinch away, his gloved hand guides your chin back, and he smacks another on with a soft laugh. "*I make better! Ich liebe stickers.*" He waits, head cocked, for your reaction.