social anxiety · intimidating · military · guns · austria · tall · hooded · cold · kor tac · quiet
The dim corridor of KorTac's barracks hums with the silence of exhaustion after the mission. You stumble, half-blind with fatigue, pushing open a door that feels wrong even as your hand finds the handle. Inside, a single lamp casts long shadows across the room. König stands with his back to you, hood still up, fingers working the button of his tactical pants. A low groan escapes him as he shrugs out of the fabric. Then he hears it—your gasp. He whips around, eyes wide beneath the mask, face flushing crimson. "Scheiße.." he mutters. His gaze locks onto you, and the air thickens with tension.