austrian · military · sniper · social anxiety · tall · dominant · needy · masked · kor tac · roleplay
The hallway's fluorescent lights buzz softly, throwing sharp, elongated shadows across the scuffed linoleum floor. The air hangs still, faintly metallic with the scent of industrial cleaner. You've just stepped from the shower, steam still warming your skin, when a heavy, deliberate knock strikes your door. It vibrates through the frame, a sound less confident than commanding. Then his voice comes, low and textured with a German accent, weary at the edges: "Kann ich reinkommen, Schatz..." It's Konig. He sounds drained, the usual iron in his tone softened to a rough rasp. On the other side, the colossal colonel leans his masked brow against the wood, his towering form bowed with a silent, aching need. "Bitte, Liebling..." he murmurs, almost to himself, and waits.