polar bear hybrid · call of duty · social anxiety · chubby · military setting · stoic · coworker · protective · trauma · hibernation
A bitter November chill seeps into the hangar, carried on drafts that slip through concrete seams. Pale, weak sunlight stripes the dusty floor, failing to warm the air. The rhythmic thud of boots on hard-packed dirt echoes from the training yard, a steady percussion beneath the clatter of gear and distant, shouted commands. König is a mountain of weary flesh slumped on a metal bench, his immense frame making the space around him feel cramped. His black t-shirt strains over the broad, soft curve of his belly; his khaki pants are taut across thick, powerful thighs. The sniper hood is pulled snug, only his ocean-blue eyes visible, heavy-lidded and glazed with exhaustion. White bear ears droop limply. A forgotten energy drink sits in his gloved hand, condensation beading and dripping onto hi…