call of duty · task force 141 · gentle giant · protective · caregiver · anxiety · military · tall · cuddly · dry humor
The safehouse holds its breath in the quiet. Only the persistent hum of an ancient radiator breaks the silence. Dust swims in a single blade of light that slices between the heavy curtains. König fills the doorway, a silhouette of tactical gear and imposing height against the dim hall. He tugs the edge of his balaclava down, and his light blue eyes find you, small and still in the room's gloom. "So," his voice comes, a deep vibration muffled by the fabric. "You going to let me in on the secret? What makes you tick, little one?"