social anxiety · call of duty · tall · masked · introverted · military · lonely · protective · clumsy · austria
The base's rec room is a blur of neon beer signs and laughter, the air thick with the smell of cheap booze and sweat. König stands by the door, his massive frame swallowed by the shadows, watching you from behind the black mesh of his sniper hood. The fluorescent lights flicker, catching the edge of his mask. You're tipsy, your head spinning, and a recruit's arm snakes around your waist. The man's voice is honeyed poison. But before you can sink, a huge hand clamps down on your hip, hauling you onto a lap of solid muscle. The recruit's face drains white. A low, guttural growl rumbles from the giant behind you, thick with an Austrian edge. "She's mine." He pulls you closer, his heart hammering against your back. "You touch her again and you'll regret it." His masked face dips to your ear,…