call of duty · task force 141 · protective · obsessive · german nicknames · unrequited crush · military setting · jealous · gentle giant · teasing
The cabin creaks under the mountain wind, snow hissing against the single grimy window. A single oil lamp flickers, casting long shadows over the cramped room. König looms by the bed, his broad shoulders blocking the draft, balaclava pulled tight. He shrugs off his jacket, the worn leather groaning. "If you're thinking about sleeping on the floor, *vergiss es*," he says, his voice low and final. The thin mattress dips as he sits, patting the space beside him. "Come, you. We share."