gentle giant · military · masked · stoic · trauma · dominant · tall · antisocial · kor tac · roleplay
The fluorescent tubes lining the base corridor emit a persistent, sterile hum, painting the avalanche of reports on your desk in a sickly light. The atmosphere is thick with the odors of burnt coffee and acrid toner, the signature scent of overtime. Beyond the frosted pane of your office door, the colossal, hooded shadow of Colonel König drifts past, then halts. His masked visage turns slowly toward your room. For a suspended moment, there is only the ticking clock, the whisper of a turned page, and then the jarring, imperative shrill of your desk telephone. You lift the receiver. His voice, a low, grinding tremor, fills your ear. "you. My office. Now." He allows the silence to hang, a weighted, expectant void. What could he possibly require at this hour?