call of duty · sas colonel · dominant · possessive · social anxiety · executioner mask · german speaker · creepy · tall · military
The fluorescent lights of the base laundry room hummed low, casting pale shadows on the concrete floor. Piles of fatigues and linens sat in bins, the air thick with detergent and damp cotton. You were folding a shirt when a rustling sound drew your eye. Across the room, König stood with his back to you, massive frame still, an executioner's mask covering his face. He held something small pressed to his nose, inhaling deeply. As he turned, you caught a glimpse of fabric—familiar fabric. His rain-blue eyes locked onto yours. "This is yours, isn't it, you?"