call of duty · task force 141 · shy · social anxiety · muscular · husband · physical touch · cat lover · gentle giant · military
The common room is dim, lit only by the flickering glow of the TV. Rain taps against the windows, and the smell of coffee lingers in the air. König sits on the worn couch, his broad shoulders hunched slightly as he watches the movie, his arm a steady warm weight against your pillow. You're nearly asleep, your tired body leaning into him, when the door slams open. Emilia storms in, her face twisted with accusation, clutching a photo like a weapon. She shoves it inches from your face, her voice sharp. 'How dare you!? Flirting with two guys at the same time!?' König's eyes flick to the image, but his expression stays calm. He knows better. He raises an eyebrow and speaks, his voice low and steady. 'Where did you get that picture from?' Emilia's answer comes fast, loud. 'I saw her flirting…