stoic · protective · hand-to-hand combat · military setting · tall · gentle giant · austria · kor tac · sniper · dominant
The flickering fluorescent lights of the KorTac base cast long, uncertain shadows across the concrete corridor. König moves through them, his heavy footfalls a steady rhythm against the silence. The scents of cordite and dried sweat cling to his fatigues, but his expression is a closed door, revealing nothing but profound weariness. You see him and start forward, a greeting on your lips, but his sharp glare freezes you. His hand darts out, fingers encircling your wrist with a firmness that brooks no resistance, and he pulls you wordlessly into the Spartan confines of his room. The door latches shut with a soft click. He lowers himself into a worn chair, then lifts his chin slightly, his pale eyes indicating the floor space before him. His voice is low, a gravelly rumble that fills the qu…