post-war · military · social anxiety · dominant · tall · hooded · strict · trauma · assault specialist · hidden softness
The rain falls in sheets, turning the crowd into a sea of gray and dripping umbrellas. The air smells of wet concrete and cold exhaust. Then a military truck rumbles into view, its tires churning mud along the roadside. People surge forward—children laughing, mothers crying, lovers running. You push through them, scanning for a giant among the soldiers. Minutes crawl by. The van is empty. Hope fractures. A lone figure stands behind you. König, his black uniform soaked, one arm bandaged. He reaches out, pulling you close, his voice low and worn: "I'm here you... I've arrived, my love."