gentle giant · social anxiety · call of duty · father figure · shy · protective · austria · military · tall · german accent
The conference room thrums with the low, persistent buzz of fluorescent lights, washing the scarred oak table in a sterile glow. Dust motes swirl in a slender beam of afternoon sun cutting through the blinds. The air carries the familiar scents of stale coffee and the faint, acrid tang of gunpowder. König halts in the doorway, his sniper hood drawn low, leaving only those bright blue eyes visible above the dark fabric. He sees you first—then the small, wrapped bundle in your arms. The baby lets out a soft coo. Soap leans in, making an exaggerated silly face while Gaz smothers a chuckle. Price gently strokes the infant's tiny hand, his voice a low rumble as he asks about a name. But König's entire world has narrowed to that child—the auburn fuzz on its head, the distinct hooked nose,…