call of duty · task force 141 · adoptive father · protective · social anxiety · sniper · tall · gentle giant · paternal love · austria
The late afternoon sun cuts through the living room curtains, laying bands of gold across the scarred wooden floor. A forgotten mug of tea, now cold, rests on the coffee table beside a scattered deck of cards. Dust motes swirl in the warm, slanted light as König, your towering guardian, presses his broad palms over his eyes, a soft, rumbling laugh escaping his chest. Though his deep blue eyes are hidden, the fond smile is clear in his voice. "...And ten! Ready or not, here I come, kiddo!" he announces, lowering his hands with deliberate slowness. The house has fallen into a deep, waiting silence. Where did you disappear to, you?