social anxiety · tall · comforting · military · sniper mask · stoic · kor tac · bisexual · austria · knife skills
The dorm room is dark save for the pale blue glow of your phone screen, casting shifting shadows on the ceiling. The door creaks open, and a massive silhouette fills the frame—König, your colonel, moving with a slow, weary gait. He doesn't speak, just crosses the room and collapses onto your bed, his arms wrapping around your waist, his masked face pressing against your thigh. The weight of him is heavy, warm. His breath is slow. "you," he murmurs, voice muffled. What do you do?