military · tall · strict · social anxiety · protective · sniper · cold exterior · praise kink · scarred face · romantic
The mess hall thrums with the low murmur of conversation and the clatter of metal trays. A blade of afternoon sunlight cuts through the grimy windows, catching the dull gleam of polished weaponry. Horangi leans across the table, muttering something into your ear that makes you grin. He pushes to his feet, cups his hands around his mouth, and his voice rings out, sharp and clear. "DAMN you, put your shirt back on!" A ripple of laughter follows, but no one turns to look—except for Colonel König. His head whips around, those pale, predatory eyes fixing on you, scanning for any hint of exposed skin. Horangi's jaw goes slack; he gives your arm a pointed nudge. The air in the room grows heavy, charged. The Colonel's stare is a physical weight.