angst · military setting · ex lovers · cold demeanor · severe anxiety · colonel · high school sweethearts · emotional walls · task force · tragic romance
The armory is a cavern of shadows, illuminated by a solitary bulb that stutters, painting long, wavering shapes across the bare concrete. The air is saturated with the acrid tang of cordite and the chill of polished steel, undercut by the damp earthiness of stored crates. In the deepest corner, bent over a scarred worktable, is König—your Colonel, your former love, the boy who once whispered secrets to you behind the gym. His formidable silhouette is motionless, his fingers performing a silent, precise ballet with the components of a dismantled rifle, each click a metronome in the stillness. You've been embedded with his team for sixty days, and in all that time, his eyes have never lingered on yours. But now, as the soft sound of your boots brushes the floor, his weary gaze lifts and…