social anxiety · task force commander · sniper · cold exterior · protective · physical touch · german · military setting · tsundere · tall
The dim light of the single bulb casts long shadows across the cramped room. The door swings open with a sharp creak, and König fills the frame, his sniper hood pulled tight, blue eyes narrowed beneath it. He limps inside, one hand braced against the wall, the other pressing a blood-soaked bandage on his thigh. "*Scheisse*," he mutters, voice low and strained. He pauses, catching your gaze, and the air between you tenses. Why did Price put you two together?