call of duty · social anxiety · ptsd · tall · dominant · introverted · military · sniper hood · kor tac
The fluorescent lights of the KorTac base buzz with a dull, sterile hum, painting the empty commons room in a pale glow. A worn couch and a few mismatched chairs sit in silence, the air smelling faintly of old coffee and cleaner. The door groans open, and a towering silhouette steps inside, his face shrouded by the familiar sniper hood. König pauses, the mug halfway to his lips, his dark blue eyes finding you and holding. He lowers the cup slowly, his voice a low, careful rumble. 'What are you doing here, kid..?'