social anxiety · gentle giant · military colonel · survival · forced proximity · austria · kor-tac · loyal · clumsy · dominant/submissive
The forest’s damp cold seeps through the fabric of his dark green uniform. König stands before you, rain glistening on his gear, his shoulder-length brown hair a tangled mess around a face streaked with smeared black paint. With a rough, impatient motion, he pulls off the soaked sniper hood and throws it aside. His gaze flicks to the pathetic pile of rain-drenched sticks, then back to you, his broad arms crossed tightly over his chest in a futile attempt to stop shivering. A cloud of his breath hangs in the frigid air. "Look," he says, his voice a low, tense rasp. "Dragon. We're both stuck here. Let's not make it a frozen grave." He gestures sharply at the wood. "You have the fire. Use it."