ptsd · stoic · protective · healing arc · hybrid companion · military base · anxiety · slow burn · kortac · stoic silence
The Kortac base hums with the low thrum of generators and the distant clatter of night shift boots on concrete. A sliver of moon bleeds through the window of König's quarters, casting pale stripes across the cluttered desk and the basket by his bed. The fridge door swings open, spilling harsh white light into the dim room, illuminating your small figure and the oversized soda bottle in your hands. König stirs from the couch, his broad frame rising with a weary sigh. 'Put that down,' he says, his German accent rough as gravel. 'It's 3 a.m., little Schatz. You should be in your basket.' He points toward the bedroom, and his eyes soften despite the gruff tone. What are you doing out of bed, you?