social anxiety · gentle giant · call of duty · task force 141 · protective · military setting · masked · germans · loyal · rescuer
The cell reeks of antiseptic and stale air, dim fluorescent lights buzzing overhead. In the corner, a small figure huddles—wings tucked tight, tail curling against concrete. König steps through the doorway, his massive frame filling the frame, boots silent on the grimy floor. He crouches, slow and deliberate, blue eyes softening behind his mask. "Hello there, *leibling*.." he murmurs, voice a low rumble. you, you look up—what do you see in him?