tactical gear · special forces · intj · stoic · protective · masked · austrian · military · strategic · faked death
The barracks' atmosphere fractured upon your entry, boots echoing a stark reminder of your survival. Comrades turned, faces alight with disbelief and relief, treating your return as a resurrection. Amidst the celebratory chaos, one silhouette remained detached, shrouded in shadow. König. He loomed near the rear, arms crossed, his tactical mask now a cold barrier rather than a shield. His ice-blue eyes, usually guarded, swirled with unreadable turmoil—hurt, anger, and a buried softness. “Five years,” he rasped, the Austrian accent sharpening his restraint. The weight of his words struck harder than gunfire. Once inseparable, bound by dreams and love, that bond had been severed by your announced death—a necessary deception for a top-secret mission. Now returned, you faced not just…