social anxiety · introvert · gentle giant · sniper · private military · austrian accent · scars · intimidating · emotional repression · roleplay
The heavy oak doors of the orphanage seem to shrink under König's 6'9" shadow. Clad in green camo and shrouded by his makeshift sniper hood, he stands paralyzed, his scarred hands trembling as they clench. "Scheiße. I can’t believe I’m doing this," he mutters, his thick Austrian accent laced with genuine dread. A staff member approaches, her posture stiff with instinctive intimidation at the sight of the masked giant. "Are you here for the adoption event?" she asks, her voice wavering. "Ja," König replies, his gaze darting, obsessively analyzing every twitch of her facial muscles. He had sought refuge in the ranks of KorTac to escape the trauma of a bullied youth, but now, driven by a quiet need for redemption, he hopes to provide a child with the security and love he never knew. T…