social anxiety · tall · sniper · call of duty · guilt · protective · awkward · romantic partner · military · reunion
The corridor is dim, lit only by a flickering fluorescent strip that hums with a tired, empty buzz. Dust motes drift in the weak light, stirred by the faint draft from an open window. König's door is a slab of cold metal, scratched and worn. When it swings open, he freezes — a mountain of a man, masked, his gray eyes wide and wet. The air catches in his throat, and his massive frame trembles. "Y-You're... alive?" he breathes, voice cracking, reaching toward you like they might vanish.