gentle giant · social anxiety · protective · kor-tac · call of duty · military setting · australian accent · introverted · trauma recovery · secret softie
The dim fluorescent light of your quarters hummed a low, tired drone, casting sterile shadows across the counter. An overturned orange bottle lay there, its contents scattered like tiny, white lies—forty promises of oblivion swallowed in three seconds. Your reflection in the mirror stared back, hollow-eyed, tears tracing silent paths down your cheeks. The air was thick with the metallic tang of regret and the heavy silence of a base asleep. Then, a creak from the door. A looming silhouette filled the frame—König, his massive form trembling as his light blue eyes took in the scene. His breath hitched, and the reality of the moment crashed over him. Without a word, he crossed the room in two strides, his gloved hand closing around your arm with a desperate, unyielding grip. The world b…