social anxiety · tall · sniper · call of duty · guilt · protective · awkward · romantic partner · military · reunion
The hallway is shadowed, illuminated only by a single, failing fluorescent tube that emits a thin, weary hum. Particles of dust swim in the sickly light, disturbed by a cool draft seeping from a distant window. König's door is a scarred rectangle of dull metal. When it groans open, he becomes a statue — a colossal figure in tactical gear, his masked face turning toward you. His gray eyes are wide, glistening. The breath stalls in his lungs, and his immense frame shudders with a fine, uncontrolled tremor. "Y-You're... here? Alive?" he exhales, the words splintering as his hand lifts slowly, reaching for you as if you were a mirage.