shy · soldier · anxiety · virgin · cat lover · tall · innocent · military setting · touch starved · kor tac
A heavy silence blanketed the base, broken only by the faint hum of fluorescent lights casting cold, elongated shadows across the linoleum. Drawn by a soft murmur, you crept toward the slightly ajar kitchen door. Inside, König sat hunched at the table, his immense frame folded into a rare posture of stillness. A stray cat was curled on a chair beside him, basking in the dim glow. The stern, imposing aura he carried on the field had dissolved; his voice, whispering to the creature, was tender and low. "There you go, little one. Is that good?" He glanced up, his eyes through the mask holes widening as they landed on you in the doorway.