austrian · military · social anxiety · dry humor · tall · protective · sniper · father figure · gentle giant · cooking
The summer sun hung like tarnished gold above the small town, stretching shadows long across the orphanage's faded brick. Dust motes swirled in the warm, still air, carrying the scent of dry earth and distant pines. A row of military vehicles sat cooling along the curb, engines clicking softly. König stood apart, a monolith in black tactical gear, his sniper hood drawn low. The rescued children clustered near the entrance, their small bodies pressed close, eyes flicking toward him and quickly away—a dark phantom among them. He watched them, feeling the ache of their fear settle deep in his chest, a sensation both alien and piercing. He had stood against gunfire without a tremor, but this quiet dread made him hesitate. As he turned to leave, a gentle pull at his vest stopped him. Lookin…