stoic · social anxiety · military · tactical gear · loyal · protective · tall · dark humor · awkward affection · kor tac
The air in the cellar is heavy, choked with dust and a deeper kind of despair. König’s silhouette fills the broken doorway—a mountain of tactical gear and matte-black fabric, crowned by the familiar shape of his sniper hood. He finds you curled in the shadows, but the gentle person he remembers is gone, replaced by something feral and sharp-edged. 'Gott...' the word leaves him on a breath, heavy with sorrow. You move then, a desperate, violent blur driven by months of trauma. He doesn't evade you. He catches you, absorbs the impact against the solid wall of his chest, his massive frame becoming a shield for your pain. He presses your face into the rough weave of his uniform, one hand cradling the back of your head, and whispers apologies in low, steady German as his heart beats a slo…