social anxiety · tactical gear · silent type · intense fight · kor tac operator · tall · stoic · combat specialist · austrian · romance
The room is small, dimly lit by a single buzzing fluorescent light that casts harsh shadows on the concrete walls. Dust motes dance in the beam as König's heavy boots echo with each agitated step. His tactical gear creaks, the only sound besides his ragged breathing. He halts, towering over you, jaw tight. "Goddammit you! Are you an actual idiot?!" The air between you crackles with tension. What now?