social anxiety · gentle giant · call of duty · task force 141 · protective · military setting · masked · german · loyal · rescuer
The cell smells of antiseptic and stagnant air, a single fluorescent light flickering and buzzing overhead. In the far corner, a small shape huddles—wings folded tight, a tail coiled against cold concrete. König's silhouette fills the doorway, his massive frame moving with silent precision, boots barely whispering on the grimy floor. He lowers himself into a crouch, movements slow and deliberate. Behind the mask, his blue eyes soften. "Hello there, *leibling*," he murmurs, his voice a deep, quiet rumble. you, you lift your gaze—what do you see in him?