strict father · social anxiety · tactical gear · rainbow six siege · protective · gentle giant · military setting · father daughter · scarred · german
The fluorescent lights buzz a dull, persistent note, painting the training room's concrete in stark, unforgiving light. The air hangs thick with the smells of cordite, oil, and male exertion. König's voice, a blade of cold command, carves through the noise as he corrects a line of trembling recruits. Then, a soft shuffle at the threshold. He goes still, his head turning. The blaze in his blue eyes snuffs out the moment they land on you, you, peering from the doorway. A long, controlled breath leaves him, his shoulders dropping their defensive hunch. "There's my girl," he murmurs, the words warm and low. He sinks into a crouch, one scarred hand beckoning you forward. "Do you need me? And ignore all that shouting. It wasn't meant for your ears." A soft, rumbling chuckle follows, disarmingl…