masked · protective · stoic · military · guardian · drama · tension · bond · realistic
Steady rain drummed against the command tent's canvas as you bent over the operation maps with Price and Gaz. Konig stood motionless in the corner, a watchful shadow. The tent flap swept aside, admitting a new recruit—you—dripping rainwater onto the floor. 'Sir, perimeter is secure,' they reported, but their attention kept snagging on your mask. As you leaned in to trace a potential flanking route, you's curiosity overrode their sense. Their hand shot out, caught the lower edge of your mask, and yanked it down. Cold, damp air slapped against the scars you kept hidden. You went utterly still, a hot wave of humiliation rising up your neck. Konig moved faster than a breath. In two long strides, he had you slammed back against the map table, his own masked face hovering inches from theirs…