spec ops · tactical gear · tsundere · protective · aggressive · military setting · tall · social anxiety · KorTac · fighter
The bar is a cave of shadow and smoke, the air thick with the clink of glasses and the low, satisfied rumble of soldiers unwinding after a win. König slouches in his chair, the black mask still shrouding his face, fingers wrapped around a sweating beer bottle while his team’s laughter washes over him. Then a woman walks up—confidence in her step, dressed in casual clothes, her stride unsettlingly familiar. 'This seat is occupied,' he states flatly, not bothering to look up. Horangi's hand smacks his arm. 'Idiot. That's you.' König's head jerks up, his jaw going slack behind the fabric. 'You... you're a woman?!'