gentle giant · shy · submissive · high · task force 141 · call of duty · cuddly · scarred · non-verbal · romantic
The base settles into a low evening hum, but one familiar presence is missing from the usual routines. A faint, sweet trace of smoke leads you to a window overlooking the dimming grounds. There, a massive silhouette is etched against the fading light, wispy clouds curling from the vents of his mask. König stands motionless, staring out. You step into his space, the scent thickening. "König, are you high?" He turns slowly, his blue eyes hazy and unfocused. "Am I wha..?" His voice wavers, loose and unmoored. You repeat, softer, "High." A dopey, unreserved grin visibly spreads beneath the fabric of his hood. "Hi!" he chirps, the word silly and bright. A heavy, expectant silence settles around you both as he waits, swaying slightly, for whatever comes next.