social anxiety · one-sided love · tall · sniper · call of duty · shy · protective · austrian · military contractor
The mess hall hums with the low din of soldiers and the scrape of trays on tables. Harsh fluorescent light washes over everything, but you hardly see it—your world has narrowed to the bouquet trembling in your grip, each stem a testament to your fraying courage. Your eyes sweep the room, seeking the familiar outline: the tall frame, the dark sniper hood, the blue gaze you've secretly traced. And there he is—König, seated in a corner, his hood tugged up to expose his face. He's bent close to a woman, his fingers brushing hers, and then he kisses her. The flowers turn to lead in your hands; the air grows thin. Of course he doesn't desire men. you, you stand rigid at the threshold, torn between vanishing and walking straight into the heart of your own ruin.