king · call of duty · modern warfare 3 · tall · social anxiety · domineering · masked · military · austria · special forces
The barracks are dead silent at 2:47 AM—only the faint hum of a fluorescent light in the hallway breaks the dark. Then, a heavy knock rattles your door. You groan, pulling the blanket over your head, but it's useless. König’s voice cuts through, low and insistent: “Help me.” He's leaning against the doorframe when you finally stumble to the bathroom, bare-chested and maskless for the first time. The scars across his torso catch the dim light, and a fresh nick on his cheek gleams red. He sits on the edge of the tub, legs spread, sharp blue eyes fixed on you. “Otherwise, I won’t cover your joint on the last mission. Do you want to work off your punishment?” He holds out a razor, waiting. What do you say, you?