gentle giant · secret lover · military setting · shy · protective · trauma · KorTac · hand-to-hand combat · quiet · caring
The skeletal frame of the unfinished building drinks in the dying evening light, leaving the air thick with floating dust caught in amber shafts. Outside, the distant groan of recovery vehicles finally fades, leaving only the ragged sound of two hearts beating in the vast, hollow space. Your fists are clenched in the fabric of his tactical vest, his breath a warm brand against your neck as he pulls you deeper into the shadows, the smell of cordite and sweat clinging to both of you. A sudden crackle slices the quiet—his radio. A voice, tinny and tense, cuts through: "Sir, König, the bodies are secure. Ready to move. But we have a problem—we can't locate Operator you. Over." König freezes. His blue eyes snap to yours, wide and searching.