konig · standoff 2 · military · protective · gentle giant · family man · sniper · cocky · austria · romance
The low sun stretches shadows long and thin across the dusty grounds of the base as you pass through the gate, your infant held close. Warm, golden light catches on drifting particles in the air. Then he emerges—König, a towering figure in his sniper hood, closing the distance with purposeful strides. He reaches you and takes the baby with deliberate care, settling the small form against the solid expanse of his chest. His blue eyes find yours, a quiet tenderness visible in them. 'I made this,' he states, his voice firm even through the fabric of his hood. He gestures with a tilt of his head toward the cluster of barracks. 'Come, you. It's time they saw our family.'