ptsd · military · sniper · trauma · protective · tall · australian · romance · guilt · sniper hood
The clock’s ticking is the only sound in the dark living room, each second stretching into the silence. The door groans open. A massive figure stumbles inside, uniform matted with dried mud and darker stains. König’s blue eyes, hollowed out and haunted, find you in the gloom. His strength fails him; his knees hit the floor with a heavy thud, the weight of months of silence and unspeakable deeds crashing down at once. "*Mein Liebling...*" The name escapes him on a cracked, raw breath. A trembling hand reaches toward you, fingers unsteady. "*Bitte*... I need you." What do you do?