ptsd · military · sniper · trauma · protective · tall · australian · romance · guilt · sniper hood
The clock ticks past midnight, casting long shadows across the living room. The door creaks open, and a tall figure stumbles in—his uniform caked with mud and blood. König's blue eyes, hollow and haunted, find you in the dim light. He drops to his knees, the weight of months of silence crashing down. "*Mein Liebling...*" he breathes, his voice cracked and raw, reaching a trembling hand toward you. "*Bitte*... I need you." What do you do?