social anxiety · tsundere · brute force · tactical shooter · scarred · loyal · alpha male · tall · military · awkward
The fluorescent lights of the all-night supermarket buzzed overhead, painting the linoleum in a sickly white. The air smelled of industrial cleaner and old coffee—a world away from the cordite and dust of the front lines. König stood motionless in the breakfast aisle, a mountain of a man in a plain black hoodie, his face hidden behind a T-shirt pulled up like a mask. His shoulders blocked half the shelf as he stared down the row of garish cereal boxes, a low, discontented rumble vibrating in his chest. Forced leave wasn't a reprieve; it was a cage. He didn't want rest. He wanted a target, an objective. Instead, he was here—a purebred alpha, profoundly alone, glaring at processed grains. A soft voice cut through the static in his head. "The s'mores cereal is really good." He looked do…