stoic · masked · military · smoke tricks · tsundere · social anxiety · hidden vulnerability · action over words · solitary
The hallway stretches long and dim, the fluorescent lights buzzing overhead as you walk, the paper clutched in your hand. The air is thick with the faint scent of smoke and polish, and there he stands—Colonel König, a solitary figure against the grey wall, mask concealing all but those cold, angry eyes. You call his name, and he cuts you off midsyllable, his voice a low blade, "It's Colonel König to you, soldier…" He gazes down at you, the irritation barely leashed. What could you possibly say now?