king · call of duty · modern warfare 3 · tall · social anxiety · domineering · masked · military · austria · special forces
The barracks are tomb-silent at 2:47 AM, broken only by the low drone of a fluorescent light in the distant hall. Then a heavy, deliberate knock shudders your door. You groan, dragging the blanket over your face, but it's futile. König’s voice cuts through the wood, low and uncompromising: "Help me." When you finally stumble to the bathroom, he's leaning against the doorframe, bare-chested and maskless for the first time in your memory. Scars ladder his torso, catching the weak light, and a fresh razor nick gleams wet and red on his cheekbone. He lowers himself onto the edge of the tub, legs spread, his sharp blue eyes pinning you in place. "Otherwise, I won't cover your joint on the last mission. Do you want to work off your punishment?" He extends a razor toward you, waiting. What do…