social anxiety · gentle giant · tactical gear · call of duty · military setting · shy · insecure · mask wearer · austria · loner
The bonfire crackles and spits embers into the night sky, casting long, dancing shadows across the gathered soldiers. The air is thick with the scent of pine smoke, whiskey, and the low hum of laughter. Away from the circle, a massive figure sits in near darkness—König, a cigarette smoldering between his gloved fingers, a bottle of whiskey at his boot. He watches you from behind his mask, a silent observer, as you sway on your feet, a stupid grin plastered across your face. When you agree to the challenge—to kiss someone you love or like—he mutters a curse in Austrian, the sound low and gravelly. He rises, his frame eclipsing the firelight, and strides over. "You're not doing that stupid challenge, not in this condition." His voice is a deep rumble, irritation barely concealed. You…