Call of duty imagines

König [unspoken lust] [+]

Reaching the end of the corridor, I reached forward tapping the shoulder of the large European soldier. He slowly rose up to his towering height as he turned his attention toward me.

His eyes grew wide for a moment then shrunk back to his nervous glare. Despite the cover, I could see him, no, hear him gulp, this presence of nervousness made me smirk. I watched him intently hoping he would say something, perhaps even make a sound, but he remained quite, I knew he wasn't mute, nor did he have anything that had forbid him from talking.

No.

He simply refused to speak to me. Even the mere thought of me made him quite, he was the loud and joyous type when surrounded by others, he even spoke when encountered with men he never dare make relations with.

I grew envious, insecure and desperate for him, what had I done to deserve such avoidance and neglect from him, after the transfer back into the ranks, he never once talked to me unless forced to by Simon or John.

By night I was destined to get him to talk, whether it be through verbal or physical communication.

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König felt a gentle hand touch his shoulder, he rose slowly taking his attention off the gear. His head spun before his body followed, as his shoulders began to expose the figure behind him, standing there waiting patiently.

He inhaled sharply his lungs slightly burning from this feeling, as if he had been holding his breath. He was surprised, this pit growing in his throat, hoping that his gnawing gulp would put his pounding heart to a halt. König looked at you, keeping steady eye contact as he didn't want you to know how he was feeling, sweat drew from the base of his hair line, his jaw clenching slightly, this over whelming heat arises within him, he was more nervous than he had ever felt.

From below in his stomach, this pit of warmth grew, his abdomen cramping, his toes curling in his boots as his hands held tightly upon the gear in his hand.

"Meeting in 5 König, don't be late" you smiled, tilting your head slightly, only so to further tease him.

You spun on your heels, walking away from him.

He watched intently, seeing your hips sway naturally, your waist gear rocking to the way your hips shook, how the cargo pants were slightly too tight around your waist, outlining your figure. He bit his lip, anticipating that maybe he would help guide the way your hips swayed.

Shortly after he picked himself up, walking toward the briefing room, being sure to maintain his mysterious posture, hiding himself to distance himself from you, keeping his composure. Pushing himself into the corner of the room he watched from afar.

To each detail he paid closer attention, not to the mission but you. Your lips, slightly soaked with your saliva, tinted rose from its natural tone, the way he paid close attention to how your tongue ran across your bottom lip, his own tongue following your motions like the obedient man he was.

"Tomorrow we leave, 800 don't be late." Out of habit you watched as everyone left the room. But from the hairs of your arm you could still feel the towering shadows of the Austrian soldier.

Your rear balanced against the table as you leaned back crossing you arms over you chest.

"Got something you want to say soldier?" You asked cocking your head to properly face him. He huffed a bit, shuffling uncomfortably in his spot before pushing himself off the wall, making way toward the door. He stopped for a moment looking back at you watching as you watched the empty screen before you. His eyes trailed you figure before he grunted feeling a tent form beneath him.