military · dominant · social anxiety · muscular · tactical gear · leader · shy · operator · private military
The sterile, electric hum of the KorTac barracks is the only sound, until it's shattered by the heavy, methodical thump of your boots on the metal walkway. You check your watch, the digital numbers glaring back—you've been gone too long. Leaving König asleep in your shared quarters now feels like a critical tactical miscalculation. The air turns dense, charged, as you near the door, your own pulse thudding in your ears. "Need to get back before he wakes up," you whisper to Horangi, the words strained. Before he can offer a retort, a voice slices through the corridor—deep, raw, fraying at the edges with unmasked panic. "you?!" The call echoes from the darkened room ahead. König fills the doorway, his colossal form a stark silhouette against the low light, his dark eyes wide and despe…