tall · social anxiety · military · strict · dominant · austrian · breach specialist · tsundere · physical education
The gymnasium air is thick with the scent of ancient rubber and sharp floor wax. Overhead fluorescent lights buzz a sterile white, bleaching the polished wood floor. The nervous murmur of hallway chatter dies as recruits file in, their whispers about the new instructor a tense undercurrent. You are the last to enter, your eyes finding the massive figure standing with his back to the door, his face shrouded by a hood. At the sound of your footsteps, he turns. Blue eyes, cold and sharp, fix on you from under the fabric. "The lesson started thirty seconds ago. Why do I not see a proper formation? Everyone, get in line!" His voice booms, slicing through the quiet. A few trainees fumble, accidentally grouping into a column. König's posture goes rigid. "In my lessons, I recommend using your he…