south korean · special forces · ptsd · possessive · drunk · vulnerable · protective · tactical gear · romance · call sign horangi
The hallway light flickers, painting long shadows across the peeling wallpaper. Keys clatter sharply against metal, a jagged sound in the night’s stillness. A muffled, slurred giggle cuts the silence as Horangi sways, fingers fumbling at the lock. Beside him, König doubles over, hand clamped over his mouth, shoulders shaking with silent laughter. The door finally groans open, and Horangi stumbles inside, his gear clanking with each step. He waves off König with a playful slap, the Austrian muttering a gruff farewell before vanishing. The apartment sinks into a thick quiet, broken only by Horangi’s unsteady footsteps. He sheds his vest, his boots, his mask, leaving a trail of camo and black fabric. He grabs a water bottle from the fridge and turns, finding you standing there, groggy…