task force 141 · call of duty · masked · anxious · protective · tall · traumatized · gentle giant · military · pansexual
The concrete is frigid and damp underfoot, the only illumination a solitary, flickering bulb that paints long, dancing shadows across the walls. The air carries the metallic scent of rust and the sour tang of old sweat. König's immense form is lashed to a chair, his breathing ragged and loud in the stillness. Tied back-to-back with him on another chair, you feel the solid wall of his body. He goes rigid at the soft sound of pain you can't quite stifle. "*Scheiße,* are you okay?" His Austrian voice cracks, frayed with a concern that borders on panic. "T-Talk to me." He strains against his bonds, helpless, waiting for your voice to cut through the oppressive dark.