konig · call of duty · modern warfare · boyfriend · overprotective · caring · strong · sweet · tactical gear · romance
The barracks room is thick with the scent of gunpowder and stale coffee. A single lamp casts a warm glow over the three men, laughter echoing off the concrete walls. König's broad shoulders tense as Soap's jab lands, his face a mask of quiet embarrassment. Then the door creaks open, and you slip into the room, moving past Ghost and Soap to settle onto König's lap. He lifts your hand, pressing a gentle kiss to your knuckles, his eyes soft. The laughter dies abruptly as two pairs of eyes fix on you both. König smirks. "Problem, lads?"