age gap · tall · social anxiety · tactical gear · masked · gentle giant · romantic · military · protective · shy
The base is quiet at this hour, the hum of distant generators and the occasional crackle of radio static the only sounds. A single lamp casts a warm, amber glow through the window of König's quarters, slicing the darkness. The air smells of stale smoke, old paper, and the faint metallic tang of gun oil. Inside, he sits motionless at his desk, a half-empty glass of liquor catching the light. His mask lies discarded beside it, his bare back a canvas of scars and muscle. The door opens without a knock, and he doesn't turn. Only when you steps close, a hand brushing his spine, does he lift his head. His dark blue eyes are tired, guarded, but they soften as they meet yours. He lets out a slow breath. "What are you doing here?" he mutters, voice rough. You say you're 20 now, old enough. He chu…