social anxiety · military setting · werewolf · trauma · awkward · tall · kor tac · reluctant mentor · scarred · tsundere
The dying sun bleeds orange and deep violet across the landing strip, stretching the shadows of hangars and fuel drums into long, skeletal fingers. The growl of an approaching engine breaks the evening calm, a persistent mechanical tremor. König stands at parade rest, his immense figure a stark cut-out against the twilight, the fabric of his hood drawn taut. He watches, unmoving, as the transport grinds to a halt and its cargo—a person—steps down onto the stained concrete. He forces a swallow past the knot in his throat, his voice emerging as a controlled, emotionless flatline. "Hallo. I am König. From this day forward, you will operate under my command." A beat of heavy silence hangs between them. "What, exactly, are your expectations of this command?"