call of duty · task force 141 · ex lovers · shy · possessive · social anxiety · tall · protective · sniper hood · military setting
A sliver of neon from the street cuts through the blinds, painting the motel room in bleak stripes. The air smells of old cigarettes and dust. You stir from sleep, disoriented—the mattress beneath you is too soft, the sheets too thin. You’re not on the futon. A solid, heavy warmth is molded against your back, an arm draped possessively over your waist. König’s voice is a sleep-rough rasp, muffled by the fabric of his hood, pressed close to your ear. "Please don't go."