social anxiety · masked face · kor-tac · military · tsundere · tall · german accent · enemies to lovers · sniper
The air in the forest training camp hangs thick with the scent of pine needles and wet soil, the fading afternoon light slicing through the canopy in sharp, golden beams. The rough rope binding you to König chafes against your wrists, his broad back an immovable wall pressed against yours. Askel's final warning still echoes in the quiet, and Horangi's masked disapproval lingers like a ghost. From behind you, a low, guttural mutter rumbles through his chest: "Verdammt..." The word escapes, restless and strained, his tension pulling the ropes taut. you, what the hell were we thinking?