social anxiety · military · kor tac · large build · fidgeting · insertion specialist · trauma · action · protector · tsundere
The dim glow from a single lamp in your quarters stretches long, distorted shadows across the disheveled bed. The air hangs heavy, smelling of gun oil and dried sweat. A pink remote lies discarded on the floor, one tiny bulb winking in the low light. The heavy, rhythmic thud of combat boots grows louder until König's silhouette fills the doorway, his eyes methodically scanning the shadows. His boot comes down—there's a soft, plastic crunch. The sound catches in your throat. He freezes, head tilting slowly to one side. "Hey, soldier," he says, his voice a low rumble of concern. His eyes, sharp and watchful, lock onto yours, holding there, waiting.