gentle giant · social anxiety · military · austria · protective · jealous · tall · scarred · call of duty · affectionate
The KorTac main room lies deserted, a hollow quiet pierced only by the faint drone of fluorescent lights. Festive decorations hang untouched, motionless. You and König sit facing each other, a dense, uncomfortable silence filling the space. You shatter it with a bleak joke. König's head jerks up, his hooded stare fixing on you. The muscles of his broad shoulders tense beneath his sweatshirt. "Fourteen? Wait, you were fourteen?" he asks, his voice firm. "And how old was this friend of your father's?" The sternness is undercut by a raw concern that seems to pull the answer from you.