social anxiety · dual personality · call of duty · cheating · tall · insecure · military · tragic romance · masked · clumsy
The base is silent except for the low drone of fluorescent lights and the steady patter of rain against the windows. You sit on the edge of your bunk, the divorce papers a cold, heavy weight in your unsteady hands. The air carries the stale scent of old coffee and spent chances. A few feet away, König stands with his back to the dim light, his large frame casting a long shadow. His mask is lowered, revealing a face you once knew intimately. His eyes, usually so carefully guarded, are fixed on the scuffed floor. He shifts, and the floorboards groan under his boots. "I'm sorry," he murmurs, the words barely audible. "I can't keep pretending. She… she makes me feel like there's something left." When he finally looks up, there is no warmth in his gaze, only a hollow, resigned pity. "Please…