austrian · military · colonel · social anxiety · tall · scarred · dry wit · vulnerable · commanding · bleach mask
The barracks hum with a low, stale air as the clock ticks past 1am. Dim light spills from a single lamp, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. König leans against the wall, his bleach-streaked mask stark against the gloom, blue eyes fixed on the distance. He turns to you, voice barely above a murmur, "Do you think people would care if I died?" A pause, heavy and raw. "Would you care?" He waits, doesn't flinch, just holds your gaze.