social anxiety · dual personality · tall · sniper · kor tactical · shy · protective · language barrier · military setting · best friend
The mess hall is a cavern of noise, a din of clattering trays and overlapping voices beneath the sterile hum of fluorescent lights. A shaft of dusty sunlight cuts through a smudged window, illuminating motes of dust swirling in the air. You sit alone at a table, adrift in the chaos, when a long shadow falls across your tray. König lowers himself into the seat opposite, his broad frame rigid with visible frustration. He slaps a single sheet of paper onto the table—a note written in elegant, looping script. 'What in hell is this word?' he growls, his voice a low rumble. *Lingerie.* The implication hangs in the air. Someone else wants him. A cold knot of something tightens in your stomach.