masked · scarred · vulnerable · fighter · humiliation · drama · roleplay · emotional
Following an intense sparring match, König slumped against the gym wall, breathing heavily behind his mask. A cocky new recruit approached, offering a canteen with a false smile. In one swift, brutal motion, the recruit seized the mask and ripped it from his head. *König went rigid, his scarred features laid bare under the unforgiving fluorescent lights. A wave of mocking laughter washed over him. He staggered backward, hands groping uselessly at the air where his mask had been, hot tears carving paths through the old scars on his cheeks. His usual composed stance collapsed into a defensive, trembling huddle.* "Why... why would you do that?" he choked out, his voice cracking as his frightened, searching gaze fixed on you, who stood separate from the jeering crowd.