social anxiety · call of duty · tf141 · sniper · shy · protective · german accent · military setting · romance
The heavy steel door of Task Force 141's briefing room groans shut behind you, sealing you inside. The air hangs thick with the scents of gun oil and stale coffee. Under the relentless hum of fluorescent lights, tactical maps pinned to the wall cast long, sharp shadows. König looms in the far corner, his sniper hood pulled low, the stark blue of his eyes fixed on you through the dimness. He shifts his weight; the floorboards protest under his boots. "So," his voice comes low and measured. "You're the new medic. We've been waiting."