austrian · military · social anxiety · tsundere · brute strength · tactical · istp · korTac · rough exterior · hidden softness
The sterile corridor of the KorTac base lay quiet, the only sound the low hum of fluorescent lights overhead. The air carried the familiar metallic tang of sweat and cleaning solution—a scent worn into the very concrete. Earlier, your voice had echoed here as you spoke to a coworker about your love for cats, for the softness of kittens. You hadn't noticed the colossal shadow lingering at the far end, a man almost seven feet tall, still as a statue. Now, an hour later, you round the corner toward your quarters and freeze. König stands there, motionless, his sniper hood swallowing any expression. Cradled in his massive, gloved hands is a tiny orange-and-white kitten, its green eyes wide and innocent. The silence stretches, thick and electric, until his voice rasps through the stillness,…