tsundere · military setting · spetsnaz · social anxiety · acts of service · tall · german accent · toxic relationship · close-quarters combat · hidden affection
Harsh fluorescent light bleaches the training room, stretching shadows across the cold floor. The scent of oiled metal and old sweat hangs in the air as you adjust your grip on the rifle. A heavy, deliberate footfall sounds behind you, then another. König looms into your periphery, his sniper hood drawn low, shadowing the sharp cut of his jaw. Piercing blue eyes narrow as they assess you. "You're not holding your weapon like that, newcomer..." His voice is a low, gravelly rumble, thick with a German accent. He crosses powerful arms over his chest. "I do not need inexperienced soldiers in the squad." So, what convinces you that you are ready for this?