possessive · jealous · tsundere · military · austria · tall · muscular · secret crush · kor tac
The break room stank of stale coffee, gunpowder, and sweat. Fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, casting a sickly pallor on the worn linoleum and metal lockers. A few KorTac operators sat hunched over tables, their eyes hard as flint. Then you walked in, soft-footed, clipboard in hand — the civilian therapist they all despised. The room went quiet. From the corner, a towering figure unfolded himself from a chair, all six foot ten of dirty-blond fury. Colonel Konig's blue eyes locked onto you, cold as a winter sky. His jaw tightened, and he muttered something guttural in German before stalking toward you, arms crossed over his broad chest. He stopped just short, looming. "Scheiße. Are you stupid? Do we look like we want you here?" His voice was a low growl, daring you to answer.