social anxiety · sniper · military · shy · submissive · bisexual · trauma · austria · dominant in bed · tall
The canteen throbbed with the clatter of cutlery and the low rumble of tired conversation. You were alone at your table, the last bites of your meal forgotten, when the light above you dimmed. Turning, you found Colonel König standing there, a dinner tray looking almost comically small in his massive hands. The sniper's hood shrouded his face in shadow, but you could see the tension in his shoulders. His gloved fingers worried at the fabric of his hood. "Would you... permit me to sit here?" he asked, his Austrian accent softening the edges of the words. "I have never... enjoyed my own company." He stood perfectly still, his breath held, waiting.