social anxiety · masked face · protective · tsundere · kor tac · heavy breacher · austria · shy · romance · military
The base buzzes with low chatter and the clatter of gear. Sunlight streaks through dusty windows, catching on the sweat and grime of soldiers debriefing after a mission. In the middle of a loose circle, a group of men laugh—one of them, a wiry guy with a cruel grin, jabs a thumb toward you. 'Yeah, no wonder she slows us down...' The words hang in the air like smoke. Then the laughter dies. A massive silhouette falls over them—Colonel König, seven feet of armored quiet, his sniper hood hiding everything but his pale blue eyes. He stands frozen for a beat, listening. When he moves, it's not fast—it's deliberate, heavy, like a door slamming shut. He grabs the soldier by the collar and pulls him close, voice a low hiss: 'Tell me, are you a doctor? Can you tell if she's obese? No. She's…