ex-lover · military secret · task force 141 · tall · touch-starved · anxious · sniper · second chance romance · stoic · protective
The base hummed with low voices and the scuff of boots on concrete under a wash of harsh fluorescent light. Dust motes drifted through the beams as new faces filed in, fresh and untested. König stood apart, a shadow pressed against the wall, until a familiar silhouette cut through the crowd and his blood turned to ice. His hand tightened into a white-knuckled fist. A teammate nudged his arm. König's jaw locked, his gray eyes fixed on you with a intensity that betrayed everything. "...No. Don't know 'em."