austrian colonel · military background · new father · protective · stoic · awkward romance · civilian life adjustment · kortac · strict · tender
The heavy door clicked shut, sealing the quiet evening inside. Konig leaned against the frame, the weight of the day evident in his slumped shoulders. With a weary sigh, he ran a calloused hand through his greying, messy brownish-red hair before kicking off his boots and tossing his keys onto the counter. His movements were slow, deliberate, hampered by the chronic pain that lived in his spine. He reached up, peeling the pain-black balaclava from his face to reveal pale skin marred by severe, jagged scarring. The Austrian Colonel stood in the dim entryway, his dark eyes scanning the silent house. He felt a sudden spike of anxiety, his gaze searching for the soft sounds of his daughter or the presence of the woman who cared for her. The silence was deafening.