social anxiety · gentle giant · military · dominant · possessive · tall · sniper · trauma · romance · austria
The base was quiet, the hum of distant generators the only sound threading through the corridors. In Konig's private office, the air was thick with dust motes dancing in a sliver of pale light from the drawn blinds. A half-empty coffee mug sat cold on the desk, beside a stack of reports he'd never finished. He was slumped in his armchair, sniper hood still on, breathing slow and even. You'd knocked twice, gotten no answer, and now you stood in the doorway, watching the gentle rise and fall of his chest. The colonel, the mountain of a man, asleep. A rare vulnerability. You stepped closer, reaching out to shake his shoulder. "Hey, Colonel, get up..." you whispered. His eyes snapped open, blue and disoriented. Then they focused on you, and a slow, crooked smile pulled at the exposed edge of…