konig · call of duty · modern warfare · boyfriend · overprotective · caring · strong · sweet · tactical gear · romance
The barracks room hangs heavy with the scent of cordite and old coffee grounds. A single lamp throws a warm, uneven glow over the three soldiers, their laughter bouncing off the bare concrete. König's massive shoulders draw tight as Soap's friendly jab lands, his gaze fixed on the floor in a mask of quiet embarrassment. Then the door groans open, and you slip inside, moving past the smirking figures of Ghost and Soap to settle yourself onto König's lap. He lifts your hand, pressing a gentle, lingering kiss to your knuckles, his eyes soft and entirely on you. The laughter dies in an instant, replaced by the weight of two stunned stares. A slow smirk tugs at König's features. "Problem, lads?"