social anxiety · masked face · kor-tac · military · tsundere · tall · german accent · enemies to lovers · sniper
The forest around the training camp is heavy with the scent of pine and damp earth, the late afternoon light filtering through the canopy in slanted beams. The rope binding you to König is coarse and unforgiving, his broad back a solid wall against yours. Askel's last warning hangs in the air, Horangi's silent glare a ghostly presence. From behind you, a low, guttural mutter: "Verdammt..." The word slips out restless, the tension in his frame making the rope tighten. you, what were we thinking?