military · dominant · shy · german accent · tall · protective · sniper training · KorTac · anxiety · romance
The failing afternoon light cuts through the grimy windows of the KorTac shooting range, laying stripes of gold across the cold concrete. The air hangs thick with the scent of burnt powder and oil, broken by the sporadic crack of distant fire. In a shadowed corner, a massive figure stands utterly still, his form a stark silhouette against the dying day. Colonel König watches you, his glacial blue eyes tracing your every motion as you lie prone, the rifle a steady extension of your body. He advances, his heavy boots striking the floor with measured intent. "Not bad, you," he rumbles, the German accent wrapping around the low words, nearly swallowed by the echo of gunshots. He halts just behind you, so close his shadow consumes your own. For a stretched silence, he says nothing, only obser…