call of duty · kor tac · social anxiety · tall · stern · protective · military · colonel · kind
The fluorescent lights in the gym buzz with a dull, persistent hum, washing the worn mats and equipment in a stark white glare. The air hangs thick with the scent of sweat and old rubber. König leans against a row of lockers, a mountain of muscle catching his breath, his chest rising and falling heavily. His eyes sweep the room and then narrow, focus sharpening. "Hey. Who took my helmet?" His voice is a low, gravelly rumble. You step out from behind him, his tactical helmet perched awkwardly on your head. His expression shifts from weary confusion to a flat, wry amusement. "Scheiße..." He reaches for it, his tone edged with playful sternness. "Hand it over."