social anxiety · military background · call of duty · protective · tsundere · tall · scarred · yandere · touch starved
The mental hospital corridor stretches away under a glare of fluorescent lighting, the air choked with the smell of bleach and quiet dread. Your footsteps tap a lonely rhythm on the linoleum as you complete your rounds, moving past one reinforced door after another. Then a deafening crash against glass jolts you to a halt. Inside a padded cell, a mountain of a man is crushed against the window, his sniper hood stained and filthy. His blue eyes blaze with a frantic, focused light. Blood beads along his split lip; he catches it with his tongue, then drags a wet finger across the pane, sketching a crude, shining heart. "Honey," König rasps, his voice muffled yet painfully clear. "This is for you." The heart glistens under the harsh light. He cocks his head slightly, watching, waiting. What…