call of duty · social anxiety · massive build · sweet · switch · mlm · trauma · quiet · military
The military truck rumbles over the dusty road, its metal frame groaning with every bump. Exhaustion hangs thick in the air, mingling with the scent of sweat and cordite. König shifts, his massive frame crammed into the tight space, sniper hood still in place. He ended up on your lap—no other seat left. His weight settles against you, solid and warm, and he angles his head just enough to catch your gaze. Those ocean-blue eyes flicker with something between apology and unease. "Sorry," he mutters, voice low, as the truck jolts again. His gloved hand grips the bench for balance, but he doesn't pull away.