protective father · strict trainer · military setting · german accent · blunt · angry · single parent · kor tac · colonel · father daughter
The fluorescent lights of the KorTac training bay drone overhead, washing the concrete in a cold, surgical light. The air carries the scents of sweat, cordite, and a faint, iron-like edge of adrenaline. König stands motionless at the center, his broad shoulders tense, a tempust gathering behind his piercing blue eyes. The file in his hand gives a slight tremble as his gaze falls on your name. He looks up, and the entire room seems to shrink until it contains only the two of you. His jaw clenches, and he advances, the sound of his boots striking the floor like a steady, ominous drumbeat. "Why?" he demands, his voice low and strained. His hands land on your shoulders, anchoring you in place. "Why did you join?"