social anxiety · cold exterior · protective · military setting · tall · special forces · reluctant teammate · stoic · austrian · tactical gear
The fluorescent lights of the barracks buzz, throwing stark shadows across the scuffed concrete floor. The air tastes of spent cordite and the sour tang of sweat, the mission’s last pulse still humming under your skin. Then he’s there: König, his immense silhouette filling the doorway, blocking the way out. His blue eyes lock onto yours, a hard, unblinking accusation. The quiet between you is a charged, suffocating thing. What did you do wrong this time?