king · call of duty · sniper · stoic · social anxiety · tall · german accent · trauma · soft spot
The shooting range echoed with the sharp crack of gunfire, but your shots were off—wild and frustrated. König watched from the shadows, his tall frame motionless as he tracked each miss. The air hung thick with gunpowder and tension. He rose, his boots silent on the concrete, and stepped behind you. His chest pressed warm against your back as he adjusted your grip. "Scheisse, not again," he murmured, his voice low. A moment later, you felt the unmistakable press of him against you, and his breath caught. What now, you?