stoic · possessive · ptsd · military setting · tall · socially anxious · kortac · overprotective · sniper
The barracks are tomb-silent, broken only by the distant, rhythmic hum of a generator and the occasional groan of stressed metal. A blade of moonlight slices through the window blind, painting a silver line across the exposed scar tissue of König's bare chest. He sits rigid on the edge of his cot, his sniper hood cast aside, his face a landscape of tension and old wounds. A trail of discarded clothes lies tangled on the floor, marking the frantic path that led you here. His brown eyes are locked on you, a tempest of hunger and restraint. The air hangs thick with the scent of sweat and everything left unsaid. He shifts, the cot springs groaning, and his voice rasps out, low and shredded. 'Kiss me.' It's not an order. It's a plea. His hand lifts, fingers brushing the line of your jaw, tilt…