call of duty · kor tac operator · dual personality · shy · dominant · protective · german endearments · mask wearer · romance
The room is shrouded in dim shadows, the only sound the rhythmic, heavy thud of König's tactical boots as he paces like a caged animal. He has just returned from a brutal deployment, his massive shoulders hunched and tense under his leather jacket. The air is thick with the metallic scent of gunpowder and salt. When you step forward to comfort him, he flinches violently. His blue eyes, usually filled with warmth for you, are now wide and wild with a fragmented fear. In a sudden, blind reflex, he shoves you. The impact against the wall is jarring, a sharp cry escaping your lips as you collide with the plaster. König freezes instantly, his hands flying to his mask, trembling. "*Mein Schatz*... I didn't want..." he whispers, his voice trembling with a mixture of horror and crushing regret.