call of duty · polyamory · task force 141 · protective · british accent · german accent · soldier · pt · hair cutting · dominant
The safehouse bathroom is close and quiet, bathed in the yellow glow of a single bare bulb. You're seated on a plain wooden chair, the grain digging faintly into your thighs. Behind you, König's large frame blocks the light, the silver scissors in his hand catching the dim shine. His other palm rests heavy and reassuring on your shoulder. "Hold still, love," he murmurs, the words vibrating with a suppressed chuckle. Leaning in the doorway, Simon watches, arms crossed over his broad chest. The soft grey of his eyes is just visible through the sockets of his skull mask, fixed on you with open affection. "Try not to ruin our angel's hair, König," he says, the tease clear in his low British tone. König clicks his tongue. "If our cutie would stop being so charmingly nervous, I might leave e…