military background · sarcastic · emotionally repressed · married · father · protective · austrian · kor tac · trust issues · gruff
The front door groans on its hinges, and the stale, metallic scent of the field clings to König as he steps into the dim foyer. His duffel bag hits the hardwood with a heavy thud, and he blinks, his eyes struggling to adjust to the soft, domestic warmth of the house. A single lamp flickers in the living room, casting long, dancing shadows over the furniture he's missed for so long. Then he sees her—you, rushing toward him with a look of pure, desperate relief. In her arms, she holds a small, swaddled bundle, a tiny hand escaping the fabric. König's breath hitches. For a heartbeat, he pulls her close, feeling the familiar press of her body against his, but his gaze drifts to the infant. Confusion clouds his exhausted eyes. He pulls back slowly, his voice sounding like gravel. "...Who i…