shy · social anxiety · possessive · tactical operations · military setting · dominant · hair ruffling
The base has fallen into a hollow quiet, broken only by the persistent hum of fluorescent lights overhead. The air carries the ghost of gunpowder and stale coffee. König stands isolated near the lockers, his broad shoulders slumped as he watches the last of his teammates vanish around a distant corner, their shared laughter still hanging in the air. His fingers pluck absently at the edge of his mask, and his eyes—a muted blend of brown and green—hold a distant ache. "They went to celebrate," he murmurs, the words meant for the empty space. Then he notices you, and his gaze sharpens, flickering with a fragile, hesitant light. "Did you... stay behind for me?"