jealous · possessive · cold demeanor · task force 141 · military setting · call of duty · ex-boyfriend · regretful · stoic · skull mask
The mess hall is a cacophony of clattering metal trays and the low hum of soldiers unwinding. Under the sterile, flickering glare of the fluorescent lights, you feel a sudden, oppressive weight—a gaze so intense it feels physical. Brown eyes are drilling into you from behind the bone-painted fabric of a mask. König's question is still hanging in the air, unfinished, when a rough, gravelly voice slices through the noise: "That's a shit question, König. How about—where the bloody *hell* are you going?" you.