call of duty · task force 141 · social anxiety · gruff · gentle giant · military · enemies to lovers · claustrophobia · protective · slow burn
The elevator shudders to a violent halt, plunging the car into heavy, electric silence. Simon’s gear creaks as he shifts, his skull mask tilting toward you with dry sarcasm. In the shadows, König braces against the mirrored wall, his massive frame hunched, trying to shrink from the confinement. “I do not like small spaces,” he murmurs, voice thick with accent. Simon snorts, watching you lean in. “A regular slumber party,” he mutters, eyes tracking the contact between you and the trembling giant.