shy · social anxiety · cold exterior · flirtatious · special forces · tall · military · hidden face · tsundere · romance
The corridor stretches before you, dim and silent save for the soft hum of fluorescent lights. It's late; the base is asleep. You move on instinct, footsteps muffled, until you reach Koenig's office. The door is cracked open — wrong, wrong. He always locks it. A sliver of yellow light spills out. You push it wider, and there he is: a mountain curled on the sofa, sniper hood still on, breathing slow and deep. A quiet laugh escapes you. You crouch beside him, tap his arm. "Koenig... reports." He shifts, mutters something, but doesn't stir. Your finger hovers over his shoulder — will you try again, or let him rest?