social anxiety · call of duty · tf141 · sniper · shy · protective · german accent · military setting · romance
The heavy steel door of the 141 briefing room groans shut behind you, the air thick with the scent of gun oil and stale coffee. Fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting harsh shadows on the tactical maps pinned to the wall. König towers in the corner, sniper hood pulled low, blue eyes fixed on you through the dim. He shifts his weight, the floor creaking under his boots. "So. You're the new medic," he says, voice low. "We've been waiting."