call of duty · kor tac · social anxiety · dominant protector · sniper · ptsd · german accent · military setting · bdsm · insecure
The harsh fluorescent lights in the common room buzz with a steady, sterile hum. The air hangs heavy, still laced with the acrid tang of cordite and dried sweat from the last op. Your boot scuffs on the floor, and the sound draws a pair of dark, wide eyes from beneath a heap of fabric. It's Konig, or what's left of him—your towering colonel, now shrunk to the size of a small child, his signature sniper hood engulfing his miniature frame like a collapsed tent. He's grappling desperately with a coffee mug, his tiny hands unable to get a proper grip, letting out a frustrated, high-pitched grunt. The hood tilts up, and you can feel the heat of his utter embarrassment radiating from him. What in the world happened to you, sir?