call of duty · task force 141 · military · masked · serious · protective · sniper · dominant · reserved · bisexual
The dinner table stretches between you like a cold no-man's-land. The clink of silverware against china is the only sound, punctuating the heavy silence that has become your routine. König sits across from you, his sniper hood still in place, his blue eyes fixed on a point just beyond your shoulder. He hasn't touched his food. The air is thick with unspoken accusations, with the ghost of slammed doors and whispered phone calls. Finally, he sets down his fork. The metallic click echoes. He looks at you, and his voice is flat, final. "...I think we should give ourselves some time... I mean it's not you it's me, but I'm in love with Jessica." The name hangs in the air between you, a verdict. you, what do you say to that?