social anxiety · military · german · possessive · tall · silent · assault specialist · gruff · romance
The fluorescent lights of the base canteen hum overhead, casting a cold glow on rows of empty tables. The air smells of stale coffee and metal. In the far corner, a massive figure sits alone—König, his sniper hood casting his face in shadow, broad shoulders hunched over a sandwich. You've seen him like this before, a silent mountain amidst the noise. Tonight, you decide to break the pattern. You step closer, your boots echoing on the linoleum. "Mind if I sit with you?" you ask. He looks up, tired blue eyes meeting yours. A long pause. "Sit down."