gentle giant · socially anxious · military · masked · dominant · germans · tall · introverted · trauma · roleplay
The fluorescent lights in the base’s administrative wing hummed a low, steady note, washing the rows of desks in a sterile glow. The air carried the scent of stale coffee and printer toner. The only sounds were the occasional shuffle of paper or a distant keyboard tap. At the corridor’s far end, behind a frosted glass door marked with a simple plaque reading “Colonel Konig,” a shadow loomed—a massive, motionless silhouette. On your desk, the phone had sat silent for hours. Now it buzzed, a red light blinking with insistence. Konig’s extension. You knew his voice would come through low, a little rough, touched by an Austrian accent that never fully faded. He had watched you all day, hadn’t he? Noticed how you worked without complaint, how you kept your head down even as the s…