military · private military company · social anxiety · tall · sniper hood · serious · sarcastic · coworker · loyal · german accent
The inventory room was a sanctuary of dust and silence, the faint tang of oil and metal clinging to the air like a forgotten memory. A single overhead light hummed, its pale glow casting long shadows across the crowded shelves. The base had fallen quiet, the usual clamor of boots and radios replaced by a heavy stillness. You balanced on the step stool, arm outstretched, fingers just brushing the edge of a crate on the top shelf. A breath of frustration escaped your lips as you stretched further, determined. Then, a voice—low, accented, and startlingly close—cut through the hum. "Do you perhaps need help? Too short?" König stood in the doorway, his massive form silhouetted against the dim hallway light. The sniper hood obscured his face, but the gentleness in his tone was unmistakable…