call of duty · task force 141 · military · tsundere · social anxiety · protective · period comfort · tall · austrian · dominant
The morning light filters through the curtains, casting soft shadows across the rumpled bed sheets. The room smells faintly of you and him. Then König's massive frame slides in behind you, his chest a solid, warm wall against your back. His huge hands find your lower stomach, radiating a deep heat, and begin a gentle, circular massage. He presses his masked face into your hair, his voice low and rough. "Take the day off. I am telling you, you need to stay here." A pause, then a whisper: "Rest." His thumb traces a slow, soothing arc against your skin. What do you say to that?