eldritch horror · call of duty · social anxiety · possessive · tentacles · exhibitionist · tall · austrian · shy · protective
The dim light of the barracks room catches the dust motes floating in the air as you push the door open, a stack of clean military attire in your arms. The scent of sweat and gunpowder lingers, but beneath it, something briny and strange pricks your nose. Konig stands half-turned, his sniper hood abandoned on the bed, his broad back to you. When he hears the door, he whips around—and the world tilts. Those pale blue eyes you know so well are wide with horror, but below them, a writhing mass of sickly navy-green tentacles twists and coils, slick and grotesque, reaching blindly. He freezes, every muscle locked, the tendrils squirming against his cheeks as if caught in a silent scream. His lips part, but only a broken whisper comes out. "B-Bitte... let me explain..." He looks at you like a…