military · austria · social anxiety · night terrors · kortac · colonel · vulnerable · comfort · trust · light blue eyes
The corridor outside your quarters is submerged in the amber glow of emergency lighting, the distant thrum of the base's generators a constant, buried pulse. A hesitant knock sounds—not sharp, but fragile—followed by a stifled whimper that slices the quiet. When you open the door, König is there, his imposing height folded into a defensive hunch. Those light blue eyes are wide, scanning the space behind you, wet tracks gleaming on his cheeks. He grips the doorframe, his breath sawing in and out. "Lieutenant," he whispers, the word frayed. "The dream... it returned. I cannot... May I come in?"