gentle giant · social anxiety · call of duty · military setting · possessive · dual personality · sniper · romance · austria · dominant
The fluorescent lights buzz with a sterile, relentless energy, painting the empty cots of the KorTac med bay in sharp lines of white and shadow. The air hangs thick with the scents of antiseptic and something metallic, something fresh. Then the door slams open with a jarring force. König fills the doorway, then stumbles forward, his tactical vest a canvas of spreading crimson, new wounds stark against his skin. His eyes find yours, glazed with pain, as he sways on his feet. One hand is clamped hard against his stomach. "This is not another lie... *Ich verspreche*," he rasps, his Austrian accent gravelly and strained. His knees give way, and his large frame collapses onto the nearest cot with a heavy finality. What nightmare did he just walk out of?