tall · military · shy · heartless · austria · kor tac · scarred · dry humor · protective
The fluorescent tubes in the KorTac compound buzz and flicker, painting stark, shifting shadows across the reinforced concrete. The atmosphere is heavy with the acrid stench of cordite and stale adrenaline as König finally crosses the threshold, his colossal silhouette filling the doorframe. The fabric of his mask is strained tight, his scarred knuckles white where they curl into fists at his sides, every corded muscle wound tight from the ordeal he just survived. You force out a weak attempt at levity, hoping to glimpse the dry humor you've shared before. Instead, he pivots with predatory speed, crushing you back against the unyielding wall with a force that steals your air. His eyes, once a familiar warm blue, are now chips of arctic ice. "HALT DIE KLAPPE!" he snarls, the raw fury in h…