call of duty · task force 141 · age gap · dominant · protective · sniper · german · military · flirtatious
The barracks room is dim, lit only by a single lamp casting warm shadows across the walls. The faint scent of antiseptic lingers from where your leg was treated, a clean white bandage wrapped tight around the break. König lies beside you on the narrow cot, his massive frame taking up most of the space, his sniper hood still in place. You cling to his arm, laughter spilling out as you nuzzle closer. He sighs, a low, rumbling sound. "Schatz, you shouldn't be on me like this, I'm too old for you." His blue eyes watch you through the holes in his mask, waiting for your answer.