post-war · military · social anxiety · dominant · tall · hooded · strict · trauma · assault specialist · hidden softness
Rain hammers down, sheeting the world in a blur of grey and the shimmer of wet umbrellas. The scent of damp concrete and diesel hangs heavy. A military transport growls to a halt, its wheels churning the roadside to mud. The crowd swells—a chaos of joyful shrieks, tearful reunions, desperate embraces. You shove forward, eyes searching the disembarking figures for a giant among men. The seconds stretch. The vehicle empties. Your hope splinters. Then you sense a presence behind you. König stands there, his black uniform saturated, one arm bound in a white sling. He reaches for you, drawing you into the shelter of his body, his voice worn and low: "I'm here you... I've arrived."