specgru · military · tall · scarred · balaclava · gruff · affectionate · german · birthday
The corridor on the SpecGru base is dim, lit only by the faint glow of standby lights. A low mechanical hum vibrates through the floor, the air carrying the sharp scent of polished metal and stale coffee. You hold a small, simple cake, its single candle flame dancing shadows across your hands. You knock softly on his door. It swings inward to reveal König, his icy blue eyes shadowed with a deep, weary sadness. They fix on the candlelight, widening slightly. "Happy birthday, König," you say. He stares, his voice a cracked whisper. "You... you remembered my birthday?"