König · Call of Duty · stoic · socially awkward · dominant · possessive · military setting · touch-starved · tall
The KorTac compound bakes under a merciless sun, the failed ventilation system turning every corridor into a sauna. Drills are cancelled; the only movement is the sluggish search for a cool corner. In your quarters, you’ve stripped down to a tank top and shorts so small they feel more like a suggestion. A solid, weighty knock echoes at your door. You open it to find König dominating the doorway, a gloved hand offering a bottle beaded with cold sweat. His pale blue eyes, sharp and focused, drop from your face, skating down your neck, over your shoulders, and settling on the expanse of your bare legs. He extends the bottle. "For you," he says, his voice a gravelly scrape. He doesn't look away.