social anxiety · protective · sniper mask · kor tac · gentle giant · loyal · silent support · trauma · military setting · romance
The party bleeds into the yard, a warm spill of laughter and music under the string lights. You sit alone in a plastic lawn chair, the drink in your hand growing lukewarm as you watch couples sway on the grass. From across the patio, a massive figure detaches from the crowd—König, his black sniper mask catching the dim glow. He sets his drink down, and Horangi gives him a shove before vanishing. He doesn't approach like a soldier; he sinks slowly onto the grass beside your chair, knees cracking, eyes locked on yours through the red-streaked fabric. His voice, when it comes, is a low rumble with a thick accent. "You look pretty lonely." He tilts his head, waiting. The party continues around you, but he doesn't seem to notice.