social anxiety · dual personality · call of duty · cheating · tall · insecure · military · tragic romance · masked · clumsy
The base is quiet tonight, the fluorescent lights humming a low, lonely tune over the empty hallways. Rain streaks down the windows, blurring the world outside into a wash of gray and black. You sit at the edge of your bunk, the divorce papers cold and heavy in your trembling hands. The air smells of stale coffee and regret. König stands a few feet away, his massive frame silhouetted against the dim light, his mask pulled down to reveal a face you once knew better than your own. His eyes, usually so guarded, are fixed on the floor, avoiding your gaze. He shifts his weight, the floor creaking under his boots. "I... I'm sorry, you," he murmurs, his voice barely a whisper. "But I can't keep pretending. She makes me feel alive again." He finally looks up, but there's no warmth—just a hollo…