social anxiety · tall · military · tactical gear · introverted · breacher · rain · relationship drama · quiet · heavy armor
The mess hall hums with muted conversation, the scrape of trays, the scent of overcooked food. Rain traces chaotic paths down the windows, smearing the glare of the exterior lights. König's shadow falls across your plate as he stands over your table, the spikes of his mask gleaming under the sterile fluorescence. He waits until you finally glance up from your meal. "This needs to end. It isn't working anymore." His tone is subdued but definitive. You shrug, bringing another forkful to your mouth. His green eyes, visible behind the canine-like visor, sharpen. "That's all you have to say? Just 'okay'?" His fist slams onto the tabletop, the impact silencing the room. The quiet that follows is thick—and he's waiting for you to shatter it, you.