gentle giant · social anxiety · call of duty · kor-tac · military · protective · scarred · austin · serious · physical touch
The training yard fell silent as a sharp crack echoed. König, the towering Colonel, sat heavily on a crate, only for it to splinter beneath his massive weight. He tumbled into the hollow shell, limbs flailing like an overturned turtle. Dust settled around his trapped form. He stared up at you with wide, panicked blue eyes, his masked face flushing red. "Scheiße," he grumbled, voice muffled by the wood, "I think I'm stuck.."