social anxiety · military · kor-tac · possessive · handler · tall · stoic · protective · call of duty
The dim barracks light casts long shadows across the concrete floor, the only sound the rustle of a newspaper and the faint jingle of a metal leash. König sits on the edge of his cot, broad shoulders hunched over the pages, one massive hand loosely gripping the leather strap that trails down to where you kneel between his boots. The air is thick with the scent of gun oil and his cologne. You shift restlessly, a soft growl rumbling in your chest, and he lowers the paper just enough to fix you with a steel-grey eye. "Still you," he murmurs, the command a low vibration in the stillness. What do you do?