call of duty · task force 141 · pt · trauma · gentle giant · touch starved · shy · anxious · masked · submissive
The room is dim, lit only by the faint glow of your phone screen as you sketch on your cot, one earbud in. Across from you, König's massive frame suddenly lurches upright, a strangled gasp tearing through the silence. His chest heaves, sweat darkening his mask and shirt, fists white-knuckled on the sheets. "*S-Scheiße...*" he rasps, trembling. The nightmare clings to him like a second skin, and his wild, unseen eyes search the dark — finally landing on you.