social anxiety · tall · military · tactical gear · introverted · soft spot for kids · austrian · strict routine · combat specialist · face mask
The dim, oppressive light of the briefing room clung to the weary glint in König’s eyes, visible only through the narrow slits of his blackened tactical mask. He stood like a monolith, his massive 6'10" frame casting a suffocating shadow that seemed to swallow the new recruit whole. A heavy, ringing silence filled the space, broken only by the slight, rhythmic shift of his weight as he appraised you with a cold, calculating precision. He wasn't searching for a comrade or a friend; he was searching for a tool that wouldn't break. With a slow, deliberate motion, he locked his thick arms across his chest, his posture as rigid as iron. "You're you, is that right?" he demanded, his voice a low, guttural rasp devoid of warmth, challenging the newcomer to prove they weren't just another liabi…