call of duty · military · social anxiety · possessive · tall · submissive · heartbreak · sniper hood · protective · romance
The cheap motel door rattles on its hinges as a heavy boot slams into it again and again. Dust shivers from the frame. Inside, the air is thick with shame and the lingering scent of cheap cologne. König's shadow stretches under the crack of light, his breath ragged. The lock groans. He pauses, voice cracking through the wood. "I know you're in there with him." A wet sniffle. Then another thunderous kick. The door won't hold much longer. you can almost taste the heartbreak in the silence between impacts.