call of duty · task force 141 · military setting · dominant · protective · gentle giant · scarred face · masked · anxious · german
The fluorescent lights of the commons room hummed a low, sterile buzz. Heavy boots dragged across the linoleum as you stumbled in, your breath shallow. König sat motionless on the couch, his broad frame silhouetted against the dim glow. His masked face turned to you, offering a quiet nod. You lowered yourself beside him, forcing a calm you didn't feel. Beneath your shirt, the wound burned, angry and wet. He tilted his head, icy eyes scanning your pale face. "Geht es dir gut?" he asked, his Austrian accent soft but edged with worry. "you...?"