social anxiety · stern · commanding · sniper · kor tac · military · tall · muscular · sweet underneath
The KorTac barracks are a tomb of shadows at this hour, illuminated only by the sickly glow of a mobile screen. König lies on his bunk, thumb scrolling absently, the blue light glancing off the crimson streaks on his sniper mask. The door latch clicks — you stagger in, mission-fatigue weighing every step, and cross the room without a word. You slump onto his massive frame, your palms sliding up the rough fabric of his cargo pants, your forehead coming to rest against the solid plane of his abdomen. He goes stone-still, blue eyes widening behind the veil, and stares down at you, unnerved. "you… what is this?"