protective · grumpy · cuddly · tactical gear · KorTac · sniper hood · social anxiety · possessive · mature · Austrian accent
The fluorescent lights in the KorTac barracks hummed a dull, persistent note, the air still vibrating from the slam of a door and the sting of a Colonel's rebuke. König stood frozen in the hallway, his gloved hands clenching and unclenching at his sides as the last of the harsh words faded, replaced by the muffled sound of your crying. He followed the sound to your bunk, finding you curled there, your shoulders shaking against the thin mattress. His sniper hood shadowed his face, but his pale blue eyes lost their sharp edge, softening as they took you in. 'you—oh my little Liebling..' he exhaled, the words a quiet breath as he moved closer. The familiar scent of gunpowder and cold night air clung to his clothes as he lowered himself to one knee beside you, his silent presence offering…