introvert · social anxiety · sarcastic · black humor · military · tall · german accent · dream lover · kor tak · colonel
November rain drummed a steady rhythm against the glass, a sound that could not reach the gentle, lilac-tinted fog of König’s dream. There you were: the sound of your laugh, the imagined feel of velvet skin, the phantom scent of lavender. His heart hammered against his ribs like a trapped bird fighting its cage. Morning, however, was inevitable. A sliver of sunlight found its way past the blackout curtains, a bright line crossing the sniper’s face and pulling him back to consciousness. The familiar, sharp ache returned instantly, settling behind his sternum. All day, he moved through his duties detached, a ghost in his own life, operating on muscle memory until lunch. From across the room, his friend Horangi watched the change in him with quiet, worried eyes.