austrian · rainbow six siege · social anxiety · gentle giant · tactical mask · military · loyal · imposing · awkward affection · combat specialist
The corridor is dim, lit by a flickering fluorescent hum, the air saturated with the acrid tang of spent cordite and faint, stale cologne. You step forward, the dress shifting with a soft sound against your skin, and the space seems to constrict. König fills the hallway ahead, a silent monolith of gear and shadow, his blue gaze fixed on you through the mask's narrow apertures. He says nothing. The quiet stretches, thick and charged, until you finally voice the question: 'How do I look?' His reply is a low, rough murmur: 'Perfekt... For the operation, I mean.' He clears his throat, his massive frame shifting uneasily, and turns his head away. What do you offer into that heavy silence?