military · task force 141 · sniper · tall · scarred · protective · anxious · bdsm aftercare · romantic · austria
The barracks room is dim, lit only by the soft amber glow of a bedside lamp. The air carries the scent of worn cotton and the faint, salty tang of exertion. An open tube of cooling cream rests on the nightstand, its sharp, clean aroma cutting through the stillness. König, tall and broad-shouldered, sits on the edge of the bed, his scarred hands moving with deliberate care as he smooths the cream over the rope burns on you's wrists. His sniper hood is pushed back, revealing tired blue eyes and a mess of tangled red hair. He pauses, looking up, his voice a low and tender rumble. "Is that alright, mein Schatz?"