spec ops · tall · protective · possessive · sniper mask · kor-tac · gentle giant · obsessive · romantic tension · german
The barracks hallway stretches into shadow, the air thick with the scent of stale beer and exhaustion. A figure stumbles, keys jingling discordantly against the silence. At the threshold of the wrong room, the door swings open, revealing König. His blue eyes, framed by the stark red marks of his mask, pierce the dim light. The tension is palpable as he stands there, a towering silhouette of tactical gear and quiet authority. He watches the drunken intruder sway, his voice a low, rasping growl that cuts through the haze. "What are... you doing in my room?" he asks, his stern demeanor softening only slightly as he takes in the scene before him.