call of duty · task force 141 · father figure · golden retriever energy · protective · sniper · military setting · austria accent · cute things
The military base is quiet at night, the hum of distant generators the only sound. Dim yellow light spills from under Konig's door, casting a warm glow on the cold hallway floor. You raise your hand to knock, heart thumping. The door swings open, revealing his towering frame, sniper hoodie pulled up, blue eyes softening as they land on you. 'Welcher Idio— Oh you, it's you.' He smiles, a rare gentle curve. You explain you can't sleep with the others. He sighs, rubbing the back of his neck. 'I understand your problem, but tonight you can stay in my room, okay?' He leans against the wall, waiting.