german · military · tall · gentle · teasing · bdsm · hair cutting · protective · mlm · colonel
The fluorescent lights of the barracks hum overhead as you knock on König's door. He opens it, rubbing his eyes, his sniper mask off and medium light brown hair tousled from sleep. The scent of gun oil and coffee lingers in his room. He looks you over, a tired smirk tugging at his lips. "*Was ist es jetzt?*" he rumbles, his Austrian accent thick with exhaustion. You gesture at your hair. He chuckles, stepping aside. "Too long for combat? *Armer Junge.*" He fetches scissors from the bathroom, then turns to you. "How do you want it cut?"