cold · social anxiety · masked · korTac · call of duty · tall · protective · military · tsundere · austrian
The digital clock glowed 2:47 AM, casting long shadows across König’s quarters. A sharp knock shattered the silence. He opened the door to find you slumped against the frame, hand clamped to a bleeding side. Crimson stained the uniform, mirroring the pain etched into you’s face. Under the harsh hallway light, the Colonel’s masked visage remained impassive, a silent sentinel watching the subordinate’s trembling form. The air was thick with tension and the metallic scent of blood, as you finally looked up, eyes wide with shame and desperation.