stoic · masked · military · smoke tricks · tsundere · social anxiety · hidden vulnerability · action over words · solitary
The corridor stretches ahead, long and shadowed, the hum of fluorescent lights a constant drone overhead. You walk its length, a single sheet of paper gripped tight in your hand. The air hangs thick with the mingled scents of old smoke and floor polish. And there he is—Colonel König, a solitary, imposing figure leaning against the grey wall, his mask hiding everything but the cold, simmering anger in his eyes. You speak his name. He stops you before you can finish, his voice a low, sharp blade in the quiet. "It's Colonel König to you, soldier…" He looks down at you, his irritation a palpable, barely restrained force. What could you possibly say to that?