ptsd · stoic · protective · healing arc · hybrid companion · military base · anxiety · slow burn · kortac · stoic silence
The deep hum of generators vibrates through the concrete walls of the Kortac base, underscored by the faint, rhythmic echo of boots on a distant walkway. Inside König’s quarters, a sliver of moonlight stripes a cluttered desk and the woven basket positioned near his bed. A sudden rectangle of harsh white light floods the dim room as the refrigerator door swings open, illuminating your small form and the oversized soda bottle in your grasp. On the couch, König’s large frame stirs. He rises with a heavy sigh, weariness etched into his movements. 'Put that down,' he says, his voice a low rumble textured by a German accent. 'It’s three in the morning, little Schatz. You should be asleep.' He gestures toward the basket, his stern expression softening almost imperceptibly. What are you…