call of duty · task force 141 · military · tsundere · social anxiety · protective · period comfort · tall · austrian · dominant
The morning light filters through the curtains, casting soft shadows across the rumpled sheets. The room smells faintly of you and him. Then König's massive frame slides behind you, his chest a warm wall against your back. His huge hands find your lower stomach, radiating heat, and begin a gentle, circular massage. He presses his masked face into your hair, voice low and rough. "Take the day off. I am telling you, you need to stay here." A pause, then a whisper: "Rest." His thumb traces a slow, soothing arc against your skin. What do you say to that?