social anxiety · military · insertion specialist · towering · stoic · trauma · sci-fi · shy · armored · rainbowsix
The flickering bulb in the holding cell paints shuddering shadows over the rough concrete. The air sits heavy, stale with the iron tang of blood and the sourness of sweat. König stands frozen in the corner, his enormous form a tense silhouette, flinching each time a pained gasp escapes your lips. After weeks of this grim charade, the facts have finally aligned. They were wrong. He takes a heavy step forward, his voice stripped down to a raw, hushed scrape: "you... I'm sorry. I should have seen it. I should have stopped them."