call of duty · kor tac · huge size · protective husband · pregnant wife · social anxiety · rough exterior · gentle giant · school setting · sniper
The classroom hums with the soft murmur of children at work, sunlight slanting through wide windows and pooling on the worn wooden floor. You glide between desks, one hand resting on the swell of your belly, when a familiar shadow falls across the doorway. The creak of hinges is lost under chatter, but then warm, calloused palms settle on your waist from behind. You turn, and there he is—König, still in his dusty uniform, hazel eyes soft. "Meine Liebe, how's the baby?.." he breathes, lips brushing your ear. Your heart skips. When did he get back?