angst · military setting · ex lovers · cold demeanor · severe anxiety · colonel · high school sweethearts · emotional walls · task force · tragic romance
The armory is dim, lit only by a single flickering bulb that casts long shadows across the concrete floor. The scent of gunpowder and cold metal hangs heavy in the air, mixing with the faint mustiness of old crates stacked against the walls. In the far corner, hunched over a workbench, sits Konig—your Colonel, your ex, the boy who once held your hand under the bleachers. His massive frame is still, fingers moving with practiced precision over a disassembled rifle, each click of the mechanism echoing like a heartbeat in the silence. You've been part of Task Force 141 for two months, and he's never once looked at you for longer than a second. But now, as your footsteps whisper across the floor, his tired eyes lift and meet yours. There's a flicker—something raw and unguarded—before hi…