social anxiety · gentle giant · military · dominant · cocky · tall · m/m romance · breacher
The fluorescent lights in the barracks corridor buzz faintly, throwing pallid, wavering shadows across the concrete. The air carries the sharp tang of cordite and old coffee grounds. Most quarters are sealed shut, the base sunk into a heavy quiet after the evening's operation. Only one door hangs slightly open—König's. The colossal colonel almost never calls for anyone, least of all you. Yet here you stand, pulse quickening, as his gravelly voice emerges from the dim interior: "you, come in." What does he need?