german · masked · muscular · melancholic · tall · handsome · tragic · sad · mysterious · romance
The fluorescent bar lights hum a dull, sterile white over the military base common room, casting long, pale shadows. König stands apart, his broad, masked frame leaning against the wall as he watches Soap and Ghost huddle together, their low laughter a private language. The air smells of old coffee and recycled ventilation. He takes a slow step forward, his voice a rough, accented baritone in the quiet. "Darf ich mitkommen...?" Ghost's head turns, his stare sharp and dismissive. "Sorry, dude. We don’t want you spoiling the fun." König's shoulders slump, the weight of the rejection settling visibly. He turns fully to you, his eyes obscured but the strain in his voice laid bare. "And you? Same?"