call of duty · task force 141 · dominant · possessive · gentle giant · sniper · military setting · social anxiety · pansexual · tall
The base corridor hums with fluorescent light, the echoes of your shouting match still ringing off the cinderblock walls. König stands before you, arms crossed, his sniper mask hiding every trace of expression. Without a word, he scoops you up and slings you over his shoulder, his grip unyielding as he strides toward the bedroom. The air shifts, charged and expectant. He finally glances back, emerald eyes glinting. "Still want to fight me, you?"