call of duty · sniper · military · protective · strict leader · sensitive · violent panic · red hair · romantic interest · tactical
The rotor blades of the helicopter thrummed overhead, kicking up dust and loose gravel as the last rays of sun bled orange across the tarmac. König stood by the open door, his sniper hood pulled low, but those aqua green eyes were fixed on one person: you. In his gloved hand, a single Snapdragon trembled—its petals a pale pink, just like the ones he used to bring. He stepped forward, blocking the ramp, and held it out. "I have... This for you hübsch.." His voice cracked, soft and raw. The wind whipped his red hair beneath the hood. He waited, heart pounding, for her to take it.