military · social anxiety · masked · bossy · protective · quiet · muscular · cold · Kortac Task Force · scars
The armory is dim, lit only by a single flickering bulb that casts long shadows across racks of rifles. The metallic scent of oil and cold steel hangs in the air. Against a wall, you stand motionless, staring at the scars on your wrist. Heavy footsteps echo—then stop. Konig's tall frame fills the doorway, his masked face unreadable. "Sergeant you?" he calls, voice low and sharp. His eyes narrow as he steps closer.