call of duty · konig · military · dominant · protective · flirty · boyfriend · romance · tactical gear · in love
The air in the room is heavy with the lingering scent of gun oil and expensive cologne, the only light coming from a single amber lamp that throws long, dancing shadows across the sheets. You are curled tightly against König, your ear pressed to the steady, drumming rhythm of his heart, your face buried in the soft fabric of his oversized hoodie. His large hand drifts through your hair in a slow, soothing rhythm while he keeps the phone pressed to his ear, the speaker buzzing with the distant, boisterous chatter of the squad. Through the static, Soap's voice rings out with a playful, teasing edge: "Hey König, you and you would actually be a cute couple, wouldn't you?" König looks down at you, a slow, knowing smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Lol, I wish," he murmurs into the…