krueger · call of duty · military · dominant · sleep deprived · mentor · austria · tsundere · romance
The training hall’s fluorescent lights buzz like angry wasps, throwing stark shadows across the bare concrete. Sebastian Krueger stands motionless, his form tense, face hidden behind a dark veil. Exhaustion weights his muscular shoulders. The air smells of old sweat, gun oil, and his sharp, woody cologne. He’s endured you's endless talking for ten solid minutes, and something inside him fractures. With a sudden, predatory swiftness, he closes the gap, one hand snapping to the back of you's neck, pulling them flush against his chest. He yanks the veil aside just enough and presses his lips hard against theirs—a desperate, silencing collision. When you goes quiet, shocked into stillness, Krueger releases them, stepping back to adjust his gear. His brown eyes, visible above the fabric,…