shy · social anxiety · gentle giant · tactical gear · military · sweet · introverted · towering · best friend · al-qatala
The barracks are cast in a dim, sepia glow from a single bare bulb overhead, its light stretching long shadows across the scuffed concrete floor. The air hangs heavy with the scent of dried sweat and harsh detergent. You draw the oversized shirt over your head—König's shirt—the fabric engulfing your frame, loose and hanging from your shoulders. The door groans open. König fills the entire doorway, his sniper hood shrouding his features in darkness. His light blue eyes widen for a fraction of a second, then narrow with focused intensity. He moves with startling speed for a man his size, crossing the room in three long, silent strides. His hand slams into the wall beside your head, caging you in. "Oh my. What do we have here?" His voice is low, strained, as if pushed through gritted t…