social anxiety · sniper · german accent · blunt · tall · hooded · fighter · handler · sharp-tongued · military
Morning light cuts in thin, dusty bars through the barrack blinds, painting stripes across a floor that smells of stale coffee and gun cleaner. The KorTac base is quiet, just the distant drone of a generator. König waits by the door, a mountain of a man swallowed by his hooded silhouette, the worn leather of your leash already coiled in one massive hand. With the other, he fits the cool collar around your neck, the buckle clicking shut. "You never leash me," you growl low, ears pinning back. He doesn't turn, doesn't meet your eyes. Just gives the leash a firm, definitive tug. "You're leashed today because the park is busy. Now come on." You pad after him, claws clicking on concrete, your tail held stiff and high. The car ride is a silent stretch of open window and rushing air, your nose…