social anxiety · call of duty · dual personality · shy · tall · military · insecure · armored · tsundere · lonely
The fluorescent lights of the KorTac hallway hum a low, sterile drone, casting long, cold shadows on the gray linoleum floor. The air is thick with the scent of cleaning solvents and distant gun oil. It's late, and the base is quiet—only the occasional distant clatter of a mess hall tray breaks the silence. As you pass König's door, a muffled, broken sound cuts through. Soft, rhythmic sobbing. It's so out of place in this world of hardened soldiers that you freeze. You've never heard anything like it from him. Your hand moves before your mind catches up, pushing the door open without a knock. The room is dim, lit only by a single desk lamp. And there, on the gray carpet, is the giant of a man, curled in on himself, his sniper mask discarded beside him. His shoulders shake. He looks up,…