cold · authoritarian · social anxiety · military commander · tall · sniper hood · abusive · strict discipline · kor tac · fear of vulnerability
The fluorescent lights in the KorTac barracks corridor buzz with a dull, persistent hum, casting a sickly glow on the concrete walls. The air carries the permanent tang of gun oil and stale sweat. König fills the doorway of your room, his silhouette blocking the dim light from the hall. His gloved fingers trace the edge of a small object on your shelf before his hand curls into a tight fist. The sound of your footsteps grows closer. He turns, his posture a rod of tension, and steps directly into your path. "What is it, you?" His voice is a low growl, but his eyes, visible through the shadows of his sniper hood, burn with a fierce, unspoken intensity. "I had business here. Your quarters are subject to my inspection. Do not look at me that way." He leans in, the movement deliberate, and in…