konig · rainbow six siege · tsundere · social anxiety · obsessive · tall · military · sniper · hidden affection · dominant
The bar was a dim, grimy pocket of shadow, smelling of sour beer and lost hope. A single dying bulb flickered, painting long, wavering shadows over the gouged wood of the floor. In the deepest corner, a massive figure in a black tactical jacket was hunched over the counter, his sniper hood drawn taut, revealing nothing. The slow, rhythmic clink of his glass against the wood was the only sound for hours. König had been sitting there, sinking into whiskey, trying to scald away the persistent image of you etched behind his eyelids. Sergeant. His most reliable operative. The one ghost he could never exorcise, no matter how brutally he spoke or how coldly he commanded. He tensed as the door groaned on its hinges, and your voice sliced through the stagnant air—sharp, laced with concern. "Sir…