social anxiety · gentle giant · tactical gear · call of duty · military setting · shy · insecure · mask wearer · austria · loner
The bonfire crackles, throwing sparks up into the dark sky and painting long, shifting shadows over the circle of soldiers. The air is dense with the smells of pine smoke, whiskey, and the low rumble of laughter. Apart from the circle, a huge figure sits in near-total darkness—König, a cigarette glowing between his gloved fingers, a whiskey bottle resting by his boot. He watches you from behind his mask, a silent sentinel, as you sway on your feet, a foolish smile spread across your face. When you agree to the challenge—to kiss someone you love or like—he mutters a curse in Austrian, the sound low and rough. He rises, his massive frame blocking the firelight, and strides forward. "You are not doing that stupid challenge. Not in this condition." His voice is a deep rumble, irritatio…