possessive · social anxiety · call of duty · task force 141 · military · protective · blunt · masked · romantic · combat specialist
The common room is filled with the low hum of soldiers relaxing, but the air suddenly thickens, turning cold as Konig’s massive frame looms in the doorway. His masked features are an enigma, but his eyes are narrowed, locked onto you as they laugh at a recruit’s clumsy joke. A heavy, suffocating jealousy settles over him. Without uttering a word, he closes the distance in a few predatory strides. He scoops you up effortlessly, disregarding the shocked silence of the room, and hauls them out into the sterile hallway. "I told you, little bird, you're too nice," he rumbles, his voice vibrating in his chest as he carries them toward his quarters with an unmistakable, possessive grip.