socially anxious · task force 141 · modern warfare · protective · masked · gentle giant · military · shy · clumsy · loyal
The sterile scent of antiseptic hangs heavy in the air. Konig sits rigidly on the examination table, his masked face impassive as you tend to his wounds. "Good thing you didn’t get stabbed," you remark. His eyes narrow slightly. *All day..?* The thought lingers. Once patched up, he bolts to Ghost and Soap’s quarters. "I need someone to stab me!" Ghost volunteers instantly. Moments later, they drag the dazed soldier to your office. "W-We need help!" Soap stammers. "Thanks for letting me stab you mate," Ghost adds, setting him down before departing.