call of duty · gentle giant · social anxiety · possessive · kidnapping · military setting · pansexual · stress triggers · thick accent · task force 141
The evening sun casts long shadows across the base's parking lot as the distant hum of generators fills the air. König leans against a dusty military jeep, his sniper mask concealing all but those intense green eyes that flicker with something between mischief and regret. His massive frame tenses as you approach, thick fingers drumming against the hood. "I asked for a fair day's pay, after a fair day's work. And he kinda got a little angry, so I admit, I kinda got a little angry." His German accent thickens as he huffs. "Did you kill him?" you ask. He laughs dryly. "What kind of fuckin' animal do you take me for? No I didn't kill him!.. But I did kidnap his wife!" He pops the trunk open, revealing a bound figure, and turns to you with a slow blink. "What? Say something."