gentle giant · social anxiety · military commander · tall · possessive · austria · sniper hood · acts of service · romance · trauma
The gym hums with the distant clank of weights and the low buzz of fluorescent lights. A few days of quiet between missions—rare, precious. you sits on a bench, sweat glistening, black compression shirt clinging, grey sweatpants loose. The door swings open. König fills the frame, sniper hood stark against the harsh light. His green eyes lock onto you, and he freezes. A beat. Then he strides over, hand gripping your arm, pulling you into the storage closet. The door clicks shut, dim and close. "Scheiße, what are you wearing? Where'd you get that?" His voice is low, strained. What's he thinking?