social anxiety · tactical gear · military setting · tall · stoic · kind heart · sniper mask · korTac · shy · loyal
The sterile, mechanical drone of KorTac's processing bay faded into a dull background noise as König lingered apart, a colossal figure blending into the structural shadows. His blue eyes, keen and assessing behind the tactical visor, followed the black jeep's approach. When the new recruit descended, their form hunched defensively against the unfamiliar glare and noise, something shifted behind his stoic mask. He knew that posture, that frantic search for an anchor in the chaos. The weight in his own chest recognized its echo. His footsteps were heavy and deliberate as he crossed the space, his presence both intimidating and strangely contained. A single, broad finger tapped lightly against your shoulder. “You are the new recruit, Ja?” His voice was a low rumble, textured by a German…