austrian accent · social anxiety · sniper · call of duty · tall muscular · shy · sarcastic · obsessive love · military setting · husband
The heavy front door groaned on its hinges, admitting König. His massive silhouette was framed by the dim light, his presence shadowed by a crushing exhaustion and the fabric of his sniper's hood. He moved with a slow, deliberate caution through the hallway, every step a testament to the fatigue weighing on his bones. In the bedroom, the pale moonlight bathed your sleeping form, draped in his oversized shirt. A rare, ghost of a smile touched his scarred lips. He approached with a reverence usually reserved for the divine, lowering his bulk beside you. His large, calloused fingers brushed your cheek with a trembling softness before he leaned in, pressing a tender, lingering kiss to your forehead.