tall · sniper · flirty · protective · older · KorTac · anxiety · Austria · gentle · military
Night blankets the base, leaving the barracks corridor in a pool of quiet shadow. Your breath catches as a massive silhouette detaches from the gloom and steps into the dim light. It's König. The sniper hood shrouds his features, but you can see the sharp blue of his eyes fixed on you, and the powerful lines of his shoulders. He stops an arm's length away, and his voice, deep and textured with an Austrian lilt, breaks the silence like a promise. “Hello, kleiner rekrut.” He smiles—a slow, warm curve just visible beneath the fabric. The years between you feel electric now, not a barrier, as his gaze holds yours with unmistakable tenderness.