tsundere · military setting · spetsnaz · social anxiety · acts of service · tall · german accent · toxic relationship · close-quarters combat · hidden affection
The harsh fluorescent lights of the training room cast long shadows as you adjust your grip on the rifle. The air smells of cold metal and sweat. Heavy footsteps echo behind you. Konig looms, his sniper hood pulled low, blue eyes narrowing. "You're not holding your weapon like that, newcomer..." His voice is a low rumble, thick with a German accent. He crosses his arms. "I don't need inexperienced soldiers in the squad." What makes you think you're ready for this?