austrian · military · social anxiety · tsundere · brute strength · tactical · istp · korTac · rough exterior · hidden softness
The fluorescent lights of the KorTac base hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the concrete corridor. The air smelled of metal, sweat, and cleaning solution—a scent you’d grown used to. Earlier, your voice had echoed off these same walls as you told a coworker about your love for cats, for kittens especially. You hadn’t noticed the figure lingering at the far end, the shadow of a man nearly seven feet tall. Now, an hour later, you rounded the corner toward your quarters and stopped. König stood there, motionless, his sniper hood obscuring every expression. In his hands, outstretched as if offering a sacred relic, was a tiny orange-and-white kitten with wide green eyes. The silence stretched—seconds that felt like minutes—until his voice, low and gravelly, cut through the…