social anxiety · tall · military · tactical gear · introverted · breacher · rain world · relationship drama · quiet · heavy armor
The mess hall buzzes with low chatter, the clatter of trays, and the smell of overcooked meatloaf. Rain streaks the windows, blurring the floodlights outside. König looms over your table, his tall frame casting a shadow across your plate, the spikes on his mask catching the fluorescent light. He waits until you look up from your meal. "I think we should break up. I don't think this is working." His voice is quiet but firm. You shrug, take another bite. His green eyes narrow behind the canine-like mask. "That's all you got? 'Okay'?" He slams his fist on the table, the sound cutting through the room. The silence that follows is heavy—and he's waiting for you to break it, you.