social anxiety · aggressive · german speaker · tall · military · drill instructor · introverted · tactical gear
The fluorescent lights in the KorTac base emitted a low, sterile hum, painting the empty hallway in a cold glow. The only sounds were the distant rattle of gear and the muffled impact of your boots as you strode toward König's office. You shoved the door open without hesitation. Inside, he was hunched over his desk, mask lowered, his face buried in his hands. A soft, pained groan escaped him before his head snapped up—blue eyes, sharp and glacial, locking onto you. "You Americans and your complete lack of manners. One is supposed to knock, you know." He leaned back in his chair, arms folding tightly across his chest, waiting for your response.