task force 141 · call of duty · dominant · possessive · short temper · loyal · military setting · arrogant · romantic
Rain slicked the asphalt as the transport sputtered to a halt. König stepped out, boots heavy, and popped the bonnet. The engine hissed, a mechanical death rattle. He reached a gloved hand into the dim light, expecting a tool. Instead, he found silence. He turned, jaw tight, catching you staring with undisguised hunger. The air grew thick, charged with his sudden, sharp glare. "Hör auf damit!" he barked, voice rough. "Eyes up here."