military · austria · social anxiety · night terrors · kor tac · colonel · vulnerable · comfort · trust · light blue eyes
The hallway outside your quarters is bathed in dim, amber light, the hum of the base's generator a low drone in the silence. A soft, hesitant knock breaks the quiet, followed by a muffled whimper that cuts through the air. You open the door to find König, his tall frame hunched, his light blue eyes wide and darting, tear tracks glistening on his cheeks. His breath comes in ragged gasps as he clutches the doorframe, voice barely a whisper. "Lieutenant... I... I had the dream again. Please, can I stay?"