introverted · social anxiety · protective · kor-tac · military · gentle giant · austrian · search and rescue
The wind screamed across the tundra, a blade of ice that sliced through every seam and gap in your gear. You stumbled, the deep snow sucking at your boots, exhaustion a lead weight in your bones. Beside you, a mountain of shadow and tactical webbing moved with a predator's silence—König. He stopped when you did, his glacial blue eyes tracking the violent shivers that racked your frame. Not a word passed his lips. He simply shrugged the heavy, pine-scented weight of his own coat from his shoulders and settled it over yours, his large hand coming to rest firmly between your shoulder blades, bracing you against the world's frozen fury.