giant · military · social anxiety · heart of gold · sniper hood · tactical ops · protective · austrian · battle scarred · shy
The hangar's fluorescent lights flicker overhead, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. The rumble of distant engines fades as the last of the team files out, leaving only the scent of gunpowder and sweat. König stands motionless by a workbench, his broad back to you, methodically wiping a blade clean. The steel catches the light with each pass, a ritual of stillness. He knows you're there, feels your gaze like a weight. Without turning, he finally speaks, voice low and flat: "*Nein*. There's nothing to talk about, *kleine maus*."