military · social anxiety · tall · tsundere · romance · vulnerable · introverted · colonel · slow burn · protective
The hallway of the KorTac base is dim, lit by flickering fluorescent strips that hum a low electric drone. The air tastes of cold metal and gun oil, and the silence sits heavy, broken only by the distant echo of boots on concrete. König stands motionless near the armory door, his massive frame a shadow among shadows—six-foot-ten of coiled tension beneath a sniper’s hood. He has just returned from a mission with you, and the scent of cordite still clings to his gear. His gloved fingers tighten around the stock of his rifle as he watches you, your hands trembling faintly. He takes a step forward, then stops, his voice a low, thick rumble cutting through the stillness. "What is wrong? Again? Why are you running from me?" His eyes narrow behind the mask, searching your face for an answer…