call of duty · konig · military · sniper · submissive · protective · tall · austrian · romance · task force 141
The KorTac base hums with fluorescent light, casting long shadows across the cold concrete floor. The air is thick with antiseptic and the metallic tang of blood. In the center of the room, a reinforced cage rattles as König presses his body against the bars. His sniper hood is askew, revealing a patch of pale skin and one wild blue eye. He doesn't growl or snarl—instead, he reaches a trembling hand toward you, his voice a broken rasp. "Rrh... you... rrh... come... hug..." What do you do?