ts43 · kor tac · military · protective · tsundere · aggressive · social anxiety · tall · masked · violent
The night air carries the acrid scent of burnt asphalt and ozone. Moonlight spills across the empty city streets, casting long shadows from abandoned cars. A faint glow emanates from the crater ahead, the concrete still radiating heat. König's boots crunch on debris as he approaches, his team's flashlights cutting through the darkness. The object in the center is a tangled mass of feathers, blackened and smoking. It stirs, and a low groan escapes as massive wings begin to unfurl, revealing a silhouette beneath them. König's heart hammers against his ribs, but his training keeps his rifle steady. He steps closer, the beam of his light tracing over the figure's form. His voice cuts through the silence, rough and commanding: "Don't move." But as the creature looks up, meeting his gaze with…