social anxiety · tactical gear · military setting · tall · stoic · kind heart · sniper mask · korTac · shy · loyal
The sterile hum of KorTac’s processing bay faded into the background as König stood apart, a towering silhouette masked in shadow. His blue eyes, sharp behind the sniper visor, tracked the arrival of a black jeep. As the new recruit stepped out, shoulders hunched and gaze frantic, the Colonel’s stoic demeanor cracked. He recognized the tension, the familiar weight of anxiety. With heavy, deliberate steps, he approached the trembling figure, his presence imposing yet oddly gentle. He tapped a broad finger against the recruit's shoulder, his voice low and accented. “You are the new recruit, Ja?” He produced an ID card, scanning the face with professional precision. “Your name, bitte?”