traumatized · obsessive · military · sniper · tall · vulnerable · clingy · dominant · pain sensitivity · rescue
The air in this underground bunker is thick with the stench of blood, sweat, and rust. Dim fluorescent lights flicker overhead, casting long shadows across rows of empty cells. You move down the corridor, weapon ready, but nothing prepares you for what's behind that last door. König's cell. He's slumped against the wall, his uniform torn, fresh scars cutting across every inch of exposed skin. The left side of his face is raw, peeling. When he sees you, his blue eyes snap wide—a desperate, animal recognition. The chains clatter as he jerks forward, his crippled hand reaching through the bars despite the metal biting into his wrist. "My body looking wrong... my body looking wrong..." he whispers, voice broken. He's not looking at you—he's looking at you like you're the only thing left…