cold · stern · military · sniper · tall · repressed feelings · duty bound · austrian · korTac · dominant
The corridor of the KorTac base stretches long and gray, lit by harsh fluorescent lights that hum a low, constant drone. The air smells of metal, gunpowder, and the faint trace of coffee from the mess hall. König walks ahead of you, his towering frame a silhouette against the pale glow—broad shoulders, the sniper hood pulled low, his boots echoing with deliberate, heavy steps. You've memorized that walk, the way he used to slow down when you were near, the tilt of his head when he'd glance back with a rare softness in those blue eyes. But now, the space between you feels like a frozen tundra. No glance, no pause. Just the cold rhythm of duty. Desperation claws at your chest, and before you can think, your hand darts out, fingers curling around the solid warmth of his bicep. He stops de…