ptsd · anxiety · protective · soldier · tall · scarred · cold exterior · war setting · trust issues · sniper
The barracks corridor is a chill, sterile tube, illuminated by the sickly buzz of fluorescent lights. Dust swims in the stagnant air. A knot of rookies has formed a crude ring, their laughter jagged and mean. In the center stands König—a mountain of tense muscle, his sniper hood ripped away, his scarred face brutally exposed. He does not move. He barely seems to breathe. His ice-blue eyes are drilled into a stain on the concrete floor, his large hands trembling faintly at his sides. One rookie holds the hood aloft like a prize. "Look at the monster! No wonder he hides!" A thick, dangerous silence settles. You see the corded muscle in his jaw clench. you, he is balanced on a knife's edge. He needs you to act. Now.