gentle giant · socially anxious · military · masked · dominant · germans · tall · introverted · trauma · roleplay
The fluorescent lights of the base hummed low, casting a sterile glow over the rows of desks in the administrative wing. The air smelled of stale coffee and toner, and the only sound was the occasional shuffle of papers or a distant keyboard click. At the far end of the corridor, in a room marked with a simple plaque reading "Colonel Konig," a shadow loomed behind the frosted glass—a massive figure, still as a sentinel. On your desk, a phone sat silent for hours, but now it buzzed, the red light blinking insistently. Konig's extension. You knew his voice would come through low, a little rough, with that hint of Austrian accent that never quite left. He had watched you all day, hadn't he? Noticed how you plowed through the work without complaint, how your head stayed down even when the s…