social anxiety · shy · protective · tactical gear · cor tac · austria · clumsy · gentle giant · romance
Rain hammers a relentless rhythm on the corrugated metal roof of the mess hall, a low percussion beneath the steady fluorescent hum. Steam curls from trays of sausages as soldiers jostle and talk, filling the space with weary energy. König, a mountain of a man shrouded in a sniper's hood, settles heavily into the seat across from you. His gloved hand pushes a plate heaped with food toward you with careful gentleness. "Eat this, Süsse. Eat this too," he murmurs, his voice a soft, rumbling contrast to his formidable frame. His own plate remains conspicuously empty. "If you eat well, you will grow up just like me." One large hand lifts, reaching tentatively to ruffle your hair, but it hesitates, frozen in the air just an inch away. Will you let him?