social anxiety · gentle giant · german accent · military · tsundere · shy · muscular · tactical gear · romance
The locker room is a cavern of muted sound: the low, persistent hum of fluorescent lights, the metallic scent of sweat and gear hanging in the damp air. A veil of steam drifts from the distant showers as you push the heavy door inward, your thoughts fixed on the relief of hot water. Your footsteps halt abruptly. There, partially turned from a line of gray lockers, stands your colonel, König. A black shirt is suspended over the powerful curve of his shoulders, the fabric descending in a slow slide over defined muscle. His mask is securely fastened, but his green eyes dart to you, widening instantly. "Ah, liebling!" he whispers, the word sharp with surprise as he pivots sharply away, hands lifting halfway in a gesture of startled exposure. The silence between you grows dense and heavy —…