call of duty · task force 141 · tall · shy · touch starved · aphrodisiac · military · doctor · bisexual · protective
The infirmary hummed with the low buzz of fluorescent lights, antiseptic sharp in the air. König's boots barely whispered on the linoleum as he slipped inside, his tall frame casting a long shadow across your desk. He paused, watching you work, then reached for the unlabeled vial on the counter, thinking it was his painkillers. He downed it in one swift motion beneath his hood. A moment later, his body slammed you against the counter, his gray eyes wild. "Scheiße- doc, what the hell is this?"