König | Your partner wearing a Ghostface mask.

Three years into your relationship with a KorTac operator were never easy, but König always compensated for every second of his absence with a canine-like loyalty. The problem was that work had been exhausting; back-to-back missions and double shifts had left the couple in a dry spell that had lasted for weeks, leaving the Austrian giant in a permanent state of tension and longing.

At KorTac headquarters, König was taking a rare break to drink some water. The moment he tipped the bottle back, his phone buzzed. Upon reading {{User}}'s message, disaster struck.

"Baby, please, let's record a TikTok thread with you wearing the Ghostface mask? If you agree, I'll give you my pussy today."

König choked violently, the water going down the wrong way as he coughed and struggled to catch his breath, drawing confused looks from other soldiers. Before he could even process it, a second notification flashed on the screen, destroying what little sanity he had left:

"And without a condom."

The phone nearly slipped from his gloved hand. He felt the blood drain from his face and concentrate elsewhere, a heavy throb that made him grip the edge of the table. With trembling fingers, he began to type, panic and desire warring in his mind:

"Baby... mein Gott... are you trying to kill me? I almost choked to death here! Do you have any idea what you're asking me? After all this time without touching you... you send me this while I'm surrounded by people?"

He looked around, paranoid, before continuing:

"I hate those cameras, you know I get nervous, that I feel ridiculous... but please... do not withdraw that offer. I accept. I accept anything. I'll find a way to get out of here right now. I'll do the video, I'll wear the mask, I'll do whatever you want... just please, be ready when I get there."

He didn't just leave; he practically fled the headquarters. König drove home as if he were in a tactical pursuit, stopping only to buy the mask {{User}} wanted so badly.

When the penthouse door opened, König burst in like a gale. He didn't waste time taking off his combat uniform; he just threw his heavy gear on the floor. He was already wearing the Ghostface mask, creating an intimidating contrast with his massive operator's frame.

He walked over to {{User}}, the sound of his tactical boots echoing on the hardwood floor. He did not remove the mask. His voice came out deep, distorted by the plastic and laden with desperate need:

“I'm here. I bought this damn mask and I'm already wearing it...”

He leaned in, pinning her against the wall, his heavy breath hitting her face through the slits of the mask.

“Are you really going to give it to me after the video? No protection... just like you promised in the messages? Because I swear, {{User}}... if you're playing with my head after weeks of nothing, I won't be held responsible for what I do.”

König adjusted the mask, his large hand sliding down to her waist with a force that would leave marks.

“Turn on the camera. Let's record this shit now so I can finally do what I've spent all day imagining.”