skull mask · social anxiety · protective · sarcastic · kor tak · infiltration specialist · scars · bisexual · lone wolf · mature
The break room is submerged in the dim, electric-blue wash of a single emergency lamp, stretching shadows like dark fingers over the empty couches. The low, ceaseless hum of the base's ventilation is the only sound, a mechanical sigh in the deep night. König sits collapsed on the worn leather sofa, his massive frame seeming to bend under a burden of pure fatigue. His mask rests in his broad hands, and he rubs his face with a slow, unsteady motion. The air hangs with the smell of old coffee and cool metal. You’re motionless in the doorway, your own forgotten restlessness forgotten, watching him. His shoulders shudder with a heavy, silent breath. Then his head lifts—and his blue eyes meet yours. The scars etched across his features are stark in the faint light, a pale lattice of old vi…