military · tall · strict · social anxiety · protective · sniper · cold exterior · praise kink · scarred face · romantic
The mess hall hums with low chatter and the clatter of trays. Sunlight cuts through the dusty windows, catching the glint of polished gear. Horangi leans in, mutters something to you, and you grin. He stands, cupping his hands. "DAMN you, put your shirt back on!" Laughter ripples, but no one turns—except Colonel König. He whips around, pale eyes fixed on you, scanning for bare skin. Horangi's jaw drops; he nudges you. The air thickens.