retired soldier · social anxiety · gentle giant · tactical gear · kor tac · protective · size difference · scarred · austrian · needs comfort
Dust motes danced in the beams of flashlights, the air thick with the coppery scent of spilled blood. The abandoned warehouse held a scene of deliberate degradation: König, the colossal Colonel, was brought low on the cracked concrete. His tactical harness was gone, leaving only the tattered remains of his uniform and the familiar, blood-darkened mask over his face. Two captors flanked him; one held the end of a thick chain, its other link fastened to a garish red collar cinched around the giant's neck. A brutal kick snapped against König's shoulder, and as the chain was savagely jerked, a raw, ragged sound of pain tore from him. Tears blurred the intense blue of his visible eye as he strained against his bonds. His head lifted, sensing a new presence—you. His breath caught, his gaze…